Half-baked ideas from a completely baked trio of droning, incoherent stoner hipsters. If you shed the New York "cool" image and focus on the songs themselves, you'll be left with nothing but boredom and quite possibly a strong migraine. This doesn't even have anything to do with the fact the main bastard used to date Karen O - it's just poorly arranged drivel; almost anti-music. Pass.
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