There is a lot to like about Walk the Moon's self-titled album: synthy hooks, a predilection for new wave, cerebral lyrics, easy comparisons to Passion Pit. Adorably, their best-known song, "Anna Sun," is named after one of the band's professors at Kenyon College. These undeniably charming attributes, combined with dance-worthy beats and immaculate production, go a long way toward balancing out Walk the Moon's more toe-curling aspects: There are the occasional forays into Killers-style vocal histrionics; the video of "Anna Sun" features a throng of young white people cavorting in something uncomfortably similar to Native American garb; and frontman Nicholas Petricca has voiced his pleasure at people "fratting out" to their songs. I don't actually know what that means, but it sounds miserable. While certainly worthy of eye rolls, these are things that will probably (hopefully?) dissipate as the band grows into their excellent songwriting skills. REBECCA WILSON
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