Overnight, the third long-player from Charlottesville, Virginia pop machine Parachute, continues in the vein of 2011's Way It Was, offering up another richly detailed, impeccably crafted, and impossibly slick smorgasbord of teen rock/electro-pop confections with a blue-eyed soul center that come off like a toothless Passion Pit or a less fun version of Fun.

The band, which has shared the stage with enough like-minded acts (Jonas Brothers, Plain White T's) to know its way around a proper earworm, can cultivate hooks with the best of them, as evidenced by the easy, bouncy opener "Meant to Be," its sonically more adventurous sibling "Can’t Help," and the bright and engaging "Didn't See It Coming," the latter of which is much better than its painful, early conversational verses would suggest, but there's nothing here that isn’t currently being played (in another skin) at top volume behind the register at your local H&M.

Overnight ultimately lacks the courage of its convictions -- the band is musically sound and vocalist Will Anderson possesses a set of pipes that were tailor-made for the luminous artifice of commercial pop, so why is his voice, which is clearly in key, Auto-tuned (not Kanye style) within an inch of its life? It's one thing to want so badly to be heard amidst the over-amplified, emotional ruin of youth that your words come off as impassioned bursts of cliché, but walking those "midnight streets alone" and fighting through "tears in rain" just doesn't cut it when the music follows suit.