Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros don’t make music that sits shyly in the background. They make the kind of uncynical music that gets people through high school, that dads sing with their daughters, in a much-viewed YouTube clip of their hit “Home” that could melt the most frigid of hearts. On their self-titled third album, the L.A.-based band continues to craft huge singalong choruses, while frontman Alex Ebert sings like a country preacher leading a band of misfits through a séance. Largely, these are positive songs, as even the old-timey “I’ve seen better days” sentiment of “Better Days” loses the battle to the overwhelming spiritual uplift of the songs choral backing. Even while lamenting the state of things, Ebert makes the answer to our problems shouting “let’s get high!” and playing ramshackle pop on the roof and saying dumb things like “ain’t we all just Japanese when we’re high on love.” Their hippie-dippie quality goes more than skin deep, as the band offers true psychedelic pop (often people use the term to just mean reverb), referencing Pink Floyd and The Beach Boys and Beatles at their loopiest in the disintegrating bridges and outros that mark even the band’s most crowd-pleasing songs. Ebert’s range is remarkable, going from high on “Please!” to hoarse on “Let’s Get High” as he sings his soul out, while Jade Castrinos, who was so memorable on “Home,” lends her vocals to the sweet “Remember to Remember.” But perhaps the band’s greatest asset is its ability to give into (and inspire) childlike wonder. There’s a great part near the end of the song “If I Were Free” in which voices chat and giggle with glee amid fluttering piano and guitar for a minute or so, and it feels like they’ve bottled up some forgotten childhood moment. For that alone, we’re grateful to Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros.