Pick up a back issue of any indie magazine from 2007 and every band in it will have been making music like this. Reptar are a bit like MGMT. They're a bit like Vampire Weekend. They're a bit Animal Collective, a bit Passion Pit. Remarkably, on Houseboat Babies, they sound as if they've taken vocal inspiration from a YouTube video of Pete Doherty doing an acoustic reggae cover in a crack den. This is the Afrobeat-tinged equivalent of landfill indie, a band deciding to have a go at call-and-response because everybody loves Graceland. It's not so much that the songs lack shape, it's that this suggests Reptar lack conviction – every song borrows from something else, something vaguely similar but different enough to make this an incoherent mess, albeit one with oddball pretensions. Even Orifice Origami, which should offer some respite based on its title alone, merely plods, while Sweet Sipping Soda sounds like the View sat on a keyboard. In trying so hard to be strange, they miss out on simply being half-decent.