Not long after The Whigs’ 2005 debut started to break out, bassist Hank Sullivant left the band. He apparently had too much music in him to be a full-time bassist, and Kuroma, his solo project, quickly found its own success with impressive touring gigs; Sullivant even hit the road with MGMT. Now three years in, the band has released a fuzzed, glittering collection of organic, unpolished psychedelic pop that shimmers with the revolutionary energy of classic rock. The record is a grab bag of moods and styles borrowed from the Woodstock era, with bursts of aggression (“Maybe I’m Lazy”) and tumbling piano riffs (“I Was A Rat”). Throughout, Kuroma riffs, jams, and dances, glamorous one moment and roughly unrefined the next. The track that best shows the band’s promise, “Alexander Martin,” bounces to a catchy keyboard-acoustic combo like an undiscovered gem from generations past. Paris is an explosion of experiments, and though not all work out, the energy is addictively captivating.