Ok, so Sparks might possibly be an acquired taste. Their records might sound like a weird novelty to the uninitiated. But I challenge you not to be charmed by their appearance. Russell’s clunky chicken dance. Ron’s deadpan glare. Those curls. That mustache. They’re adorable. Plus, they wrote a song about Romeo moping around heaven, waiting for Juliet, which all kinds of clever and hilarious. Sometimes the world needs reminding that there are so many more things to sing about than drinking and booty. This is your antidote when you’re going crazy from all the mindlessness you’ve been exposed to.