This LA trio named its new album Supermodel (because We Now Have the Same Personal Trainer as Adam Levine was too long)? In any case, there's a Drakkar Noir–y air hanging about the magazine-ready pop act. Cynicism has always played a key role in Mark Foster's sharp commercial hooks (see: the subversion of getting thousands to sing a hit song about mass shooters in "Pumped Up Kicks"), but the all-important follow-up material so far sounds increasingly bitter. "Coming of Age" ostensibly does all the things the big singles from Torches did, but it's unshakably more muted. As long as they throw some of the old stuff into this local show, these three should have us in palm of their hands as usual.