I knew I was in for trouble when they described their music as “a sprawling, multi-layered hodgepodge…genre-ignoring modern Frankenstein.” They weren’t lying. This CD roams all over the place, and usually within each song. There’s definitely a Flaming Lips influence going on here, but I think the band got lost along the way. The signposts read pop, rock, folk, horns, electronica, and any other genre you can imagine. Problem is they whiz by so fast that you don’t have time to get settled. Their “maestro,” Luca Maoloni, has talent and you can hear it fleetingly every now and then among the ADD-on-cocaine tunes. Trouble is, he never sticks with anything much longer than ten seconds or so, and tries to incorporate everything into each song. Letting your impulses take you in new directions is one thing; having a conversation with your four hundred split personalities all at once makes for discord and disconnect.