"Who gives a damn about the family you come from?/You'll give it up when you're young and you want some," shrieks London glam-popper Mika in "We Are Golden," the lead track on his second album. The song showcases Mika at his irrepressible best, pummeling home a peculiarly British tale of teenage sexual and social-class neurosis with Andrew Lloyd Webber crescendos and a full gospel choir. Mika's faith in the campy excess of Freddie Mercury/Elton John-style pomp pop is bracing. But over the course of an album, the shtick's charm erodes. Producer Greg Wells is an enabler; Mika needs an editor. One thing the guy doesn't know is when to stop.