This album—with its mellow percussion, occasional bossa nova time signatures, vibraphone implementation and electronic overtones—would be excellent to play at a pool party, in the heat, where people aren’t really listening to the music. The band, named after Australian singer Sia Furler, has all manner of interesting, occasionally annoying instrumental tricks up its sleeves, any force of which is diminished by its nasal and somewhat breathy vocalist. For someone who’s been at this for a decade, Sia’s music feels sadly immature. (JCC)