MGMT?

1. Time to Pretend
2. Weekend Wars
3. Youth
4. Electric Feel
5. Kids
6. 4th Dimensional Transition
7. Pieces of What
8. Of Moons, Birds & Monsters
9. Handshake
10. Future Reflections
11. Electric Feel
12. Tour Photo Album
MGMT sounds a lot like they tried to become a new Animal Collective. Similar timbres of their voices and the pshycedelic-electronica-pop was almost cookie cutter.
This band does "overproduction", and they definitely put across the image of a neo-hippie, hedonistic lifestyle. Just watch their hyper-psychedelic video of "Time to Pretend" and you'll know where their heads are at, as they used to say back in the `60's. That leadoff track gets the album off to a joyous start, and even if you don't subscribe to the drug-culture lifestyle they seem to espouse (sardonically or otherwise - this song is probably one of the factors that earned them an "explicit lyrics" label), So people say "you have to admit it's a fun and freewheeling track". In fact, there's a lot of bohemian and loose song structure throughout this album, infused with some often "retro" engineering tricks. Another standout track is "Electric Feel". The energy level seems to flag a little in the latter half, it´s rather lightweight album, the kind I believe people would like to play in there car stereo on a warm spring day with the windows down. That been said I would also like to share the lyrics of "Time to Pretend" and I guess that´s how the youth feels now days, its my conclusion and I think its a waste.
"Time to Pretend"

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everything must run it's course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend