If you find this Lunchbox in your knapsack, I guarantee there won’t be any leftovers to bring home to mom. The mostly Donna McKean fronted Oakland outfit splashes a dense, buzzing cornucopia of jangly guitars (not to mention other accouterments, including the flute) against a bubblegum flavored canvas. If an unremitting cavalcade of in the business of layering, and the business is damn good, doubly giving them an advantage over their humdrum contemporaries. A retrofitted aesthetic prevails as well, not dissimilar to the Apples in Stereo’s reconfiguration of the British Invasion circa the late 90’s, and choosing a favorite on Lunchbox is analogous to a parent settling on their favorite child. True, sometimes the going here more subdued than aggressive. but its unlikely that you’ll be returning to class hungry.