So, there's this band, Owl City, and they have songs, and teenagers like them. The song is basically a complete ripoff of the Postal Service, a great act. Given the chance to speak? More music dumbquotes to the Times, GO:

When asked about the similarity, Mr. Young said the Postal Service was never a model yet he considered the comparisons an honor. But he also wasn't too shy to note that he has profited from the other band's recent absence. "They released a record in 2003, and that was it," he said. "There was really nothing to compare it to until some one else came along and wrote the next chapter. Maybe that's this record. Maybe that's this band."

Yeah, except, the people writing the next chapter are not you, but desperate label heads and A & R guys who either need a hit or a new job, and so they take it from indie labels and manufacture the most malleable product they can into something marketable for mass consumption. UGH. Please. No.

Let's do a quick compare/contrast. The Postal Service, produced by indie label Sub Pop:

And Owl City, plucked from MySpace obscurity for a Major Label Deal:

Note that basically everything is the same, except one is overproduced. And that's how major labels get all of their hit acts, six years later. It's the difference between home-brewed sweet tea and the stuff they sell in cans at bodegas. Meanwhile, this kid should be read the riot act and met with sharpened Pitchforks. Instead, the New York Times profiles them with words like this:

"Fireflies" is pensive yet bubbly, with Mr. Young's guileless voice expressing mom-friendly sentiments like "I'd get a thousand hugs/From ten thousand lightning bugs."

Mom-friendly? Yes. Pensive?

pensive |ˈpensiv| |adjective| engaged in, involving, or reflecting deep or serious thought

Not so much.