It’s not that any of the tracks on The Softlightes’ debut LP are bad, per say. The 11 songs, for the most part, are delicately structured and full of indie pop’s best traits – uplifting melodies, quirky themes, unassuming musicianship – without any of the struggling artist mentality and broken-hearted clamoring that underwrites so much of the genre.

Ron Fountenberry’s vocals are cleverly filtered, his songwriting is passively quaint, the guitars are softly strummed and the band’s rhythm section is just an accent to the already calm output.

The record’s downfall, however, is that one track ignores this love for ambient nuances. Slated four songs in, “The Robots In My Bedroom Were Playing Arena Rock” is a driving, quick hitting rock’n’roll standout that is both entirely uncharacteristic for, and the best song on, “Say No! to Being Cool / Say Yes! to Being Happy.”

So not only does this track stick out like, well, a chunky guitar tune amidst 10 other mellow mood setters, but it also begs the question if The Softlightes pieced together a record consisting of what they do second best.While the lighter tracks can perfectly soundtrack rainy afternoons and introspective movie moments, the marching drums and undeniable hooks of that rocker skew the perspective of the bulk of the album.

The fact that “Robots” stands out because it is so much catchier than the rest of the album is one thing. But that it also stands out because it is so unlike everything else ultimately hinders the album’s impact.

Like a sports team that cuts its most talented player for the sake of team chemistry, “Say No! to Being Cool / Say Yes! to Being Happy” would have benefited from leaving its best track on the studio floor.