Fun, loud, fantastically recorded with layers that go back as far as you can hear on headphones, sporting an electro sheen in a bright major scale, full of audaciously long catchy melodies, I really don't know how to make you people like Benji Hughes if you don't get into this one.

The chorus singing melody is something you have never heard before. There is not a damn moment in that melody that has been reproduced from any previous source. This is what utter originality sounds like. It is so graceful and groovy.

I've said before how much I enjoy it when songs end on new ideas. Why whip out another chorus when you can go out in the throes of one last discovery?? This song knocks this concept out of the park and injures a grandma in the deli across the street. Every single time I hear the ending passage of "Ladies On Parade," I yearn to have musicians at hand to perform it with me in full flush. The funk-Latin-dance drums, bass and guitars fused into a single fuzzed, syncopated line, the keyboard back there holding soft eighth notes in sweet little inversions... and then the guitar solo of pure sloppy multitracked noise-joy.

What damned derangement.