Apparently this is a pastiche of something-or-other…

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Sally O’Rourke: Family of the Year packs their Shins and Vampire Weekend records for a vacation in the Caribbean. They never leave their hotel room.
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Alex Ostroff: Didn’t Fleetwood Mac make enough excellent AM radio pop in California in the 1970s to saturate the market for a good 50 years?
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Michaelangelo Matos: “Wait! We weren’t finished with you yet! We don’t care that the clubs have moved on to recycling pre-rave Atlantic/Big Beat, or that young people know who Kenny G is again, or that we’re about ten minutes away from the Scrunchie Redux Moment we’ve all been dreading since we threw out that shoebox full of jelly slippers. It’s the striving, chiming, post-R.E.M. mid-’80s we pine for! Doesn’t everyone, meaning everyone who still reads the Paste website?”
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Alfred Soto: I suppose I should applaud these guys for applying “Friday I’m In Love”-era Cure lacquer to Bertie “Key Largo” Higgins.
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Brad Shoup: Testing the limits of pastiche, our kids from L.A. proffer swoony New Romantic verses and twinned guitar. While I’ll always be suckered by the mere appearance of the latter, even I must admit FOTY’s deployment amounts to little more than a couple scalar runs. Their respect for artifacts doesn’t extend to the text; the laziness would surely irk Gamble and Huff.
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Katherine St Asaph: A supposedly tropical track I never want to hear again. “You bring the ocean, I’ll bring the motion / together we’ll make a love potion” is the sort of chorus that requires five expense-account daiquiris to write; don’t ask me why they kept it afterward.
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Hazel Robinson: Should I really like anything with an extended chant of “you bring the ocean, I’ll bring the motion?” Especially when it continues “…together we’ll make a love potion” and is a massive Police pastiche? This is what troubled me on a Sunday morning. Fortunately, this is so blissfully sunny that worries are unsustainable.
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Jonathan Bogart: Nothing is quite so disgusting as the flaws you recognize in yourself.
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