To call Daniel Grinberg‘s Short Stories album a celebration of excess, as sweet as it is, would miss the mark. After a few listens, simple melodies boldly reveal themselves and the easy-listening bass lines guide you through this musical journey. Sonically this album lands somewhere between maintaining the cohesion and the relatively streamlined arrangements of contemporary projects but nods to the scuzzy ’80s hard rock of haywire and lo-fi garage and induces a mellow high as the songs’ panning vocals force listeners to stay on their toes. Its themes aren’t breaking new ground but the album is a sonic endorphin rush in its purest form.

But you get used to the disorder and appreciate the songs for what they are: pop rock seasoned to Daniel Grinberg’s preferred taste. It overcomes the safe. With Short Stories, Grinberg along with his collaborators prove it’s still possible to evolve a genre within the relatively limiting framework of pop rock traditionalism, even if the answer is to give way to stylistic mutation and completely deconstruct whatever’s comfortable.