by Rick AndersonOh good -- a debut album with a long and pretentiously nonsensical title. We haven't seen nearly enough of those lately. And also a singer with a dramatic, Morrissey-esque vibrato! Just what we needed. To be fair, though, the title is something of a red herring: these guys aren't nearly as precious as you might be led to expect, and if they do lean a bit towards the willfully quirky, what stands out most about their sound is the multilayered loveliness of the guitar lines and the relentlessly propulsive bump of the rhythm section. Singer Philip Benson seems to understand that the words are less important than the music, so even when he gets a bit too self-involved (Self-esteem can be such a tricky thing, etc.) he manages to keep the focus where it belongs. Influences? You bet: the Smiths (Yesterday's Seen Better Days), Gang of Four (Will Scarlett), and Talking Heads (Circumstances), just to name three. Heatstroke sounds, strangely enough, like a cross between the Feelies and Joy Division. So maybe they're a little bit precious. But there are worse things than that, and besides, a band that can pull off sounding simultaneously like the Feelies and Joy Division is one that bears watching. Recommended.