If you're reading this, it's likely that you're at least two decades removed from wading around one of those ball pits you'd find in cartoon-themed pizza joints. And if you're missing the sense of pleasure those places provided, we suggest listening to Rubblebucket. Like ball pits (and sonically, former tourmates Reptar), the Brooklyn eight-piece's Afro-indie pop is packed with bright colors that delight and amaze. Its rhythms are big and gleeful enough to propel a body into motion with little convincing. There's also something beguiling about the band's charms: what exactly do lyrics like "Our silly fathers/Went running in the heathers" actually mean? Granted, this music is not quite like your childhood amusements of yore — digging into 2011's Omega La La is far more rewarding than any kind of pit, ball or otherwise — but the two are spiritual kin.