Cloud Cult's show buddy Say Hi to Your Mom, on the other hand, spackles the offbeat charm on so freaking thick that one starts to feel walled in. I don't usually pay attention to lyrics (I find this kind of weird, considering I'm a writer). But Say Hi to Your Mom (which has to be one of the worst band names ever) has actually made me take notice of and even -- eureka! -- listen to the words. Unfortunately, it's not exactly for good reasons. SHTYM, one of those one-man-bands all the sensitive boys are so fond of these days, is the project of sensitive boy Eric Elbogen, who writes lyrics about hot (well, cold, to be more accurate) android love ("Yeah, I'm in Love With an Android") and being a ghost ("I Think I'll Be a Good Ghost"). Fuuuuucked up! Hilllllarious! The other reason I can't help but pay attention to Elbogen's oh-so-warped lyrics is that the music accompanying them is often so minimalist that it hardly seems to move or even exist at all. Sometimes this works, as in the repetitive bass motifs that lend "The Forest Scares the Hell Out of Me" a kind of cheekily ominous quality. Ferocious Mopes is best when Elbogen quits trying so damn hard and lets the music tell the story for a while.