Oohs, Ahs, too many robes

The connection between the neo-psychadelia of The Polyphonic Spree and cult living is a little too easy to make; it's been done before. But for a band with 23 plus members, pop orchestral arrangements and vaguely alluring lyrics, ignoring the connections would be a fallacy. Leader Tim DeLaughter's (formerly of Tripping Daisy) lyrics pledge sun and positive futures to a generation of would-be-cool, disillusioned teens and 20-somethings (also the age and state of mind of most cult join-uppers). The music is floating, lilting and warm, circumferencing you in those preached upon sun rays. It's good and it's something a little different from your typical pop offerences today, but it doesn't vary much from pattern. Dig below the amused smiles the costumes, piccolos, horns, choral arrangements, Web site games and colorful marketing kits bring, and you won't find much substance. This album, while boasting a 36-minute minimalist synth composition at its end (guaranteed to have a one-time listenability) and four bonus tracks, chances to stir no emotions in you. But if happy, soothing sounds are enough, this is your religion.