Combustible Edison’s goofy and irreverent mix owes a lot more to the music of the 1950s and early ’60s than to new wave; they sound as if they’ve stumbled on a treasure trove of dime-store albums in their aunt’s attic and can’t quite get over the experience. Their immaculate recreation of late-’50s/early-’60s cheese is fun…to a point. Treading the line between self-conscious irony and the ridiculous, it probably won’t prove to be more durable than those old Christmas (the band, not the season) albums. But then, nobody could have predicted the Martin Denny revival, either. – Richie Unterberger