Milwaukee indie trio Jaill clearly take the slacker philosophy seriously. Despite being together for over 10 years they've only just got around to releasing their second album Traps and they don't stray too far from the light and airy garage pop that made their 2010 Sub Pop debut That's How We Burn a minor critical success.

Traps can be summed up in two words; quirky and sunny. But, as I'll never get away with submitting a two word review, I'll expand on this compact and bijou description for your edification. Album opener 'Waste A Lot Of Things" is a cheery, light and breezy caper that recalls the Shins at their sunniest. Jaill don't do negative, even their most bitter, most acerbic tracks are coated in sugar and left to bake in the sun. Despite its ugly title, 'Everyone's A Bitch' is another bright and sunny power pop anthem. The laid-back, crackly power pop of 'Perfect Ten', with singer Vincent Kircher's quirky vocals and echoing harmonies, is the album's stand out track. If it was any sunnier you'd need sunblock SPF50 just to listen to it. 'Stone Froze Mascot' even manages to squeeze in a quirky dance beat while 'I'm Home' sounds like Weezer with the quirk factor raised to 11. Now you have to admit that's quirky.

Unfortunately 'Horrible Things (Make Pretty Songs)' is neither sunny nor quirky which blows a huge hole in my attempt to sum up the album in two words. It is however pretty so I'll re-evaluate my earlier statement. Traps can be summed up in three words; quirky, sunny and pretty.

However beneath the quirky, sunny, pretty facade Traps is no more than competent, laid back, mid tempo, indie rock. Every song comes with a selection of jangly hooks and slightly off kilter rhythms that sound like they've been studying advanced Shins at their local college. You get the feeling that they've been scavenging the back catalogue of Pavement like a gang of half starved slacker vultures until they've picked off everything they can use leaving nothing but a pile of indigestible bones and tattered flannel shirts. Over a whole album quirks that were at first charming and a little endearing become irksome and you find yourself begging for something a little darker, a little less sunny, a little less quirky.

There's little to elevate Traps above the merely ordinary, it's all a little too generic, a little too samey. There's little to get the pulse racing or the emotions engaged. That's not to say it's a bad album, it's just an ok album, an average album, an inoffensive album. It's the sort of album that lingers at the back of your record collection watching in envy as it gets overlooked in favour of its brasher, more exciting, more engaging, less quirky peers.