“Any boy could be the Bard of his street” sings Brian Marchese on track one on this, the third in this triumphant trifecta of post-modern power-pope music inspired by sunny days in the cemetery.

Beaming attention deficit search engine guitar heroics while reflecting groovy love vibrations, it’s instant mashup madness (stereolabsydbarrettsonicyouthbeachboysjoydivisionarthurlee), music by which an imaginary audience might sip a margaritalin while noshing on a feedbagpipebomb, riding a selfesteemrollercoaster, and dancing the dynamochachachagrin.

Squint along with Brian, don’t hide behind a hipster. There are jagged licks to lap, stop and shop and stop, lyrics in his larynx, fearsome pheromones that’ll make you wanna fiddle and diddle along with Johnny Most up there in heaven.

All six tracks are delightful. Purchase a copy and enjoy listening to it for the bleedin’ love of all that is sacred and beautiful in this world.

I dare you.