The Lucky Bishops' third album carries on the approach they've taken in the past, which is an approach rooted in the past. That's bad news if you like groups to progress appreciably from album to album, as many of the bands from the '60s and '70s that were among the Lucky Bishops' likely inspirations did. It's good news, though, if you like what the Lucky Bishops have done with their appreciative takes on vintage pop-rock-psychedelia. There are plenty of Beatlesque harmonies, some Byrds-ian guitars, some frivolous circus-like florid whimsy ("The Pilot's Gone"), some Kinks-indebted rustic bashing, some trippy ominous orchestrated neo-psych ("Witches"), a bit of Brian Wilson-like piano-based melodics ("I Must Destroy My Brain"), and so forth. As these kinds of albums go, it's well-done and eclectic, though not filled with notably striking tunes or ideas.