2.3 - Possibly the dorkiest record I’ve ever heard. Cope croons with the sex appeal of a middle-aged dad who’s proudly displaying a scalp full of fresh hair plugs. Every track contains some senseless declaration (“you don’t have to be afraid, love/‘cause I’m a safesurfer, darling”) and/or some unsubtle and ill-conceived sound experiment. A colossal waste of time though at times it does toe into the realm of “so-bad-it’s-good.”