Pure brain candy. Passion Pit's debut album is like a vat of cotton candy that keeps spinning out reel after reel of sweet goodness. Big, sugary synth-pop hooks spill out over the sides of every song, the album bursting out of some sort of indie-dance-rock tacklebox. Singer and songwriter Michael Angelakos' falsetto is used as more of a heady musical instrument than a lead vocal, flying away to impossible climaxes alongside children's choirs and swervy samples. Those who dismiss the music as a lightweight confection have clearly never tasted the absolute joys of pop abandon. The instant pleasures of this record are only surpassed by its surprising durability, its surprising ability to keep you nodding your head and moving your feet over and over again. The co-opting of dance music by indie rock has been well-documented, but its possibilities continue to produce some interesting, and at times, even thrilling results. Manners is no exception.
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