Tullycraft kind of had me at hello. And by hello, of course, I mean the Unrest/Air Miami-osity of "Stowaway"'s opening guitar riff, which is immediately followed by a rapid-fire ratatat of clever lyrics about a "punk rock school for pop star stowaways." Zero to head-bobbing, Muppets-style flailing butt-dance in 30 seconds flat.

In the interest of full disclosure, it's important to note that "Stowaway"'s clever, sunny, pop-tacular, happily nerd-rific strengths are the same strengths Tullycraft display throughout Disenchanted Hearts (and indeed, throughout their career) -- but in order for that fact to be a problem, you'd have to feel that those attributes are an insufficient foundation on which to build an album. If that's the case, see you later; the rest of us will enjoy hearing Tullycraft go from strength to pop-perfect strength.

A couple of months ago, I reviewed Ben Lee's Awake is the New Sleep, which featured a track ("Catch My Disease") that felt like a long, forced excursion in "easygoing", handclap-accompanied sing-along songcraft. At the time, I was trying to put my finger on the kind of song that Lee was shooting for and missing. It turns out that the song I was looking for was one that I hadn't heard yet; it's on Disenchanted, and it's called "Molly's Got A Crush On Us", and it'll get in your head like religion. It's easygoing, and it practically commands you to join in on the chorus, but it's also carefully executed and truly polished.

Other highlights include the full-on Jonathan Richman aping of "Rumble With The Gang Debs", which could easily have appeared on that second Modern Lovers album. "Bum-ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-da-da-da-da" indeed. "Every Little Thing" bends a huge, Faint-style synth tone to the service of Tullycraft's pop perfection, and closer "Secretly Minnesotan" is as perfect a summery anthem as you could ask for.

It's pop. It's pure, unadulterated, un-stepped-on, un-reconstructed pop. No B-12 here. Use only with a doctor's prescription.