The Polyphonic Spree, on the other hand, spits out endless fields of butterflies, and rainbows, and incense and peppermints and all that great stuff. If you’ve never heard or read about The Spree, six words: Wayne Coyne and the Technicolor Godspell. They make unrelenting joy revival concept albums about how wonderful the sun is. They love that thing so much, before the end of the first song on Together We’re Heavy, they’re already reprising “Hey! It’s the sun!” The rest of the album is, but not entirely, more of the same of The Beginning Stages- now their robes come in colors, the pianos bounce a little more on “Hold Me Now” and “Everything Starts at the Seam,” the guitar throws in a dash of fuzz in “When the Fool Becomes a King” (which then reprises, yup, “Hey! It’s the Sun!”). Also, the hymns last twice as long this time, so enduring the entire record may make you as restless as a six-year old Catholic in Latin Mass, so be sure to break Heavy into 25-mg doses instead of the factory-packaged 100. But at least it’s not dangerously habit-forming, and only if you are the sourest snickerpuss in the galaxy will you experience any side effects involving bodily waste.