Everything about L.A. lounge-pop duo the Bird and the Bee is impeccable. Their influences are perfect for a certain type of rock snob: Burt Bacharach, Antonio Carlos Jobim, the Bee Gees. Their songs carry bossa nova chord changes, analog keyboard bleeps and icy-cool chanteuserie from singer Inara George. So why is the second album by George and multi-instrumentalist Greg Kurstin so soul-deadening? Could be because they're too busy executing all this retro-contempo style to invest their songs with any recognizable emotion or fun. George sings a lot about love and lust — including a dippy ode to David Lee Roth — but on songs like "My Love" and the James Bond-style "Witch," her pretty voice holds only ennui.