This album’s ambiguous and visceral title pops like some insta-nostalgic mixture of The Zit Remedy, a nearly forgotten Eric’s Trip video and your overwrought LiveJournal entries from high school (which, upon second glance, are much more heartfelt and less embarrassing than you remember). Alannah W. and Cole W. have been making these one-, two-, and three-chorders for a few years now, apparently writing songs tallying into the hundreds, but have pared the laundry list down to 12 for this release. Switching between cymbals, skins and strings, they take turns singing about soft-shoeing through their lives and dealing with, y’know, the shitty stuff, but glossing it over. It all sounds peachy keen, albeit sometimes frantic.