Who can blame him? Pop is a game of the young and the new. And though Wareham still commands his creative powers a full decade into a second band, Luna has long become a period piece that, for all its loveliness, is as frozen as a psychedelic butterfly in amber. The grand mix Flaming Lips producer Dave Fridmann coats Romantica in simply seals both sides of this deal. Whether in the Spectorian girl-group pomp of "Mermaid Eyes," a pretty duet between Wareham and bassist Britta Phillips, or in the slack-key-sounding guitars that twinkle like constellations behind Wareham's hushed voice on "Lovedust," the beauty involved is another generation's beauty, when the laments were part of the attraction.