MGMT were the last fresh-faced US duo to resurrect the groovy patchwork of the past in a thoroughly 21st-century way. Foxygen – longtime buddies Sam France and Jonathan Rado – have pulled that trick off again, only with a superior skill set. As this bold magpie of an album flies past, its swagger falters occasionally as genre pastiches gain the upper hand. But, by and large, Foxygen's second album is a cheerful retro orgy in which the Stones get down with the Velvets (On Blue Mountain), while Marc Bolan lies down with Prince (Oh Yeah), with the Cramps (title track) looking on."

For all you dedicated students of the 60s era, this new-build fossil that's neither of relevance to now nor even a decent tribute to the era that inspired it must be doubly aggravating. It is possible, just about, to make an argument for retro-derived music that attempts to valiantly recapture the spirit of a time past, even if precious little is done to update it sonically. But Foxygen seek neither transcendence, nor a utopian way of living in balance with all humanity... not even a bonk in a bush with a girl with breasts bare under paisley cotton. No, all Foxygen want their music to bring them is a free blue rucksack... Back in the day Foxygen would surely have been laughed out of town as frauds and fakers who've been caught buying hippy wigs in Woolworths, man. When Foxygen fly in to play London, you can bet they take a cab to Carnaby Street.