Feeling this alien Stevie Johnston Pink kind of fuzz on a basic pop tune, brought to us by World Series. Nice voice, nice flanger; all the vibes intact for the sun to start cooking the northern hemispheres nice and slow like some stadium hot dogs on a greasy afternoon. Vegetarians not feeling it? Cue your own summer-wanking metaphors, but keep them tasteful, this album's got some dignity, after all. Especially the lead-off triple, “Joy”.