For the Thrills’ third album, the Dublin quintet headed to Vancouver, British Columbia and California, perhaps to sync up sound and environment. The group’s best tunes pulse, like warm sunshine on the shoulder, but there’s often an undercurrent of gloom lurking ‘neath Conor Deasy’s wispy vocals. As “This Year” parades past with a festive full band pop explosion, Deasy makes promises to his girl, “The factory and the job you hold / it makes you hard and then it makes you old…our day will come.” It’s no done deal. Deasy is rooting for good times, but never sounds completely convinced. This haunted quality sometimes turns deadpan. “Nothing Changes Around Here” is an admission of monotony that’s spiked with a cheeky stick out of the tongue during the catchy chorus. Teenager bristles with the passion of youth while it also settles for a wistful, nostalgic glance at innocent days. The title track slows down to face the truth, as George Bernard Shaw once saw it, that youth truly is wasted on the young.