Has as little to do with your dad’s “cologne” and ancient shaving kit as humanly possible. Space Needle have crafted what sounds suspiciously like an arena anthem, only without any of the usual trappings of big rock excess. The drums are barely there, but the sound itself is huge and all-encompassing. (It also seems to be missing any sort of big guitar work.) The vocals are way out front and the lyrics beg to be sung aloud by massive crowds toting lighters and topless women on their shoulders, except that there’s nothing there to pump your fist to. Instead you just get “catchy” without hooks and that bigger-than-life soaring feeling without power chords. A mysterious blend but very definitely a great one. Dichotomy for the masses.