Perfect vocal harmonies are hard to come by, but Jason Zumpano and his well-scrubbed gentlemen coo as if it were 1964. Blame Canadian breeding for their good manners, but their charming songs of love and looting are songwriting mastery. Their keyboard flourishes, joyous rhythms, and clean guitars played with warmth and dexterity are orchestrated like lost outtakes from Pet Sounds. Sure to make the straight girls giddy and the indie boys weep.
