Young Romance exists to play. Roosevelt may have shown hints of higher ambitions on his shockingly titled debut, Roosevelt, but any sense of posturing is gone from his latest work. Why should he pretend, after all?

Stodgy music elites and casual listeners alike have fully embraced poptimism, and 2018 is a year in which pretty much everyone prefers the latest Kacey Musgraves to the latest Kanye.

If its title didn’t clue you in, Young Romance is custom built for these times, as likely to end up an emotional teenager’s playlist as an adult still willing to yank out their old Stars and Death Cab records. Is that such a bad thing?

It’s true, in such a rush to just feel everything, Young Romance tires itself out at times, but it never feels tiring. The wide-eyed sense of earnestness at play here, by whatever magic, somehow feels earned rather than forced. To be sure, this an album you have to be on the right terms with: in a dour mood it's sure to feel saccharine, but honestly, should you really be at the party in that state?

Approached with an open heart, the album is more than ready to give. Practically a Lite Brite of an album, it gleams with neon fun, but you might end up taking a break before finishing the picture. Yet it remains, ready to be plugged back in at will, without you feeling like you’ve missed a step.

It doesn’t, however, particularly stand out in a presently crowded field. ‘Illusions’ sounds a bit akin to a Currents-lite, and in general, Young Romance is a record that wears its influences plainly on its pulsating sleeves. It may not astound you, but like a pleasant day by the pool, it’s more than pleasant enough to be worth it.