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I turn on my stereo. I am ADD enough that when I hear something eerily melodic several seconds later, it takes a moment before I remember I did indeed press play, and, thirteen seconds in, it’s the Autumns starting off their third album, the self-titled release from Pseudopod Records. The L.A. collective’s latest disc listens like a lullaby, replete with sweet tones and layered harmonies.		The first track, oddly titled “The End,” begins, after a silence, with silvery arpeggiated guitar. It is at once beautiful and emotional, hearkening to the most tranquil manifestation of Ben Folds and even Sarah McLachlan. Almost three minutes in, however, the track bursts into alternative-rock distortion yet remains just as soulful and calm despite feedback and straining falsetto vocals. While the first few tracks run in this vein, the song style proves as varied as the ethereal beauty is constant. The fleeting “Flies in the Eyes of the Queen,” an instrumental track that sets a languid string arrangement to a music box waltz, is followed directly by “Every Sunday Sky,” a lovely but more typical bit of indie rock that plays like an interface of the Beatles and Maroon 5.