A handful of songs are real keepers, like TNT, Golden Child, a few others. Diamonds in Her Eyes reminds me of Abbey Road-era Beatles.
On the other hand, Go-Kart is like a bad Veruca Salt imitation. Tell Me What You Want is just...no thank you.
But the biggest problem in my opinion, honestly, is the name. Pajama Club is a bad name for a band. Yes, it reflects the origins of the music, Neil and Sharon jamming late at night, etc. But it sounds juvenile — if you made people guess what kind of music was made by a band named Pajama Club, they’d probably picture some kind of tween Hannah Montana nonsense.
The name is also a weird mismatch with the album cover and packaging. The graphic design style is evocative of indie bands like Pavement or The Shins, but more cutesy, which shows a strangely misguided marketing strategy. Hipsters were probably like “What is this? Eh, pass...” and everyone else thought it was a Disney Channel act.