"Pumpkin" opens the album with some off-kilter tra-la-las and Allan Vest singing in his girliest falsetto. "Our love was nearly something like a pumpkin," he says, though it's unclear whether that means the romance goes through some sort of disappointing transformation at midnight or gets easier to smash with age. Either way, pumpkin love -- not so good. "Rhino Stomp," an instrumental of galumphing cellos and shivering violins, and the creeping monster bop of "Eyes of the Night" could score a decent live-action Scooby Doo movie should anyone ever decide to make one. The back-and-forth of whistled waltz and '60s dance-floor shuffle on "Torts" delve into the nation's obsession with litigation, particularly where religion is involved ("Monkey bought a church / Jesus called it Earth / There's no one else to blame").