Claude says:Mom's Little Brite caught you in early 2009 when synthpop was still scrappy and DIY—all bright MIDI bells and experimental production that felt like someone learning an instrument and discovering magic in the process. You cycled through it for a few months that spring and summer, landing equally on "A Pebble Garden" and "Airplane Arms," the kind of album that doesn't demand constant replay so much as occasional rediscovery.