My Editor hates it when I break albums down track by track, and I’ll spare you the mindless drivel, but sometimes it’s hard to give an overall opinion on an entire piece of art in such a condensed state. Much like the album cover will or will not dictate the sound. It’s like pushup bras or a roll of socks. What do you see? When you look at the cover, do you feel elated hoping joy is inside? I’m hoping to turn this trip into a journey (see what I did there), so let me start by saying this album is about as close to the sounds of teenage love as you’ll ever get again. It’s all in there. Stuff that makes your heart flutter and look forward to the evening, starting with you and your crew, then later a rendezvous with her alone. You can’t sleep, you can’t eat, your mind… is in deep. Owner of a ...