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...first track on the album, however, is misleading. “Is There a Ghost,” opens with echoing guitar notes and Bridwell’s voice before picking up the beat and plunging into loud, distorted chords. It’s extremely reminiscent of their most popular track on the first album, “The Funeral”—it’s the sound that made “Everything All the Time” so exciting...
...first song’s gallop slows to a canter. “Ode to LRC” begins with formulaic pop-country guitar chords, and despite the aggressive tone of Bridwell’s voice, the song feels empty. The last minute of the song is its best: Bridwell simply sings “The world is such a wonderful place,” adding “La-di-da” over a smoother, wistful guitar sound...
...Band of Horses again abandons this path with “Detlef Schrempf,” aiming for something similar to their older sound. Bridwell ditches the accent and the song relies on creative, melancholy guitar lines; instead of another ballad, we finally get a more characteristic indie lullaby...
...just feigning world-weariness—Condon’s only 21, after all. His voice fits the music but rarely impresses. “The Flying Club Cup” isn’t half bad. Beirut’s eclectic arrangements separates them from traditional guitar rock outfits, but it leads to comparisons with groups like Arcade Fire and Neutral Milk Hotel—comparisons that aren’t always favorable. Beirut adds Franco-flavor to the gypsy formula, but it’s hard not to wish they had developed a new one altogether...
...Sleeping” to indicate the rooster at dawn. Again, I once would have found this charming and imaginative. But the obscure lyrics rarely coalesce into a coherent narrative and the supporting noises only detract from the rather impressive hard rock guitar of Matthew and the powerful beats of guest drummer Robert D’Amico. Songs like “Automatic Husband” and “Ex-Guru” begin with promising, tight intros, and for about a minute I experience indie bliss. But then that damn Oujia board takes hold and the lyrics goes careening...