If the overall conceit of theatrically minded indie rock with strings from an alternate-world Edwardian era has seemed a bit overwhelming at points in the early years of the 21st century -- in terms of discourse and attention if not necessarily chart success, admittedly -- it's not that the approach itself is inherently wrong. On their third album, are at once perfectly representative of an aesthetic that touches on everything from illustrations to vaudeville romanticism, while possessing a few twists to keep from being "just" another such album. It helps that bandleader has an ear not only for energetic performances but a growling edge in his voice that suggests more than Chautauqua pageants -- it's not a question of "rocking out" so much as avoiding an eternal stateliness at the expense of all else. His band's pretty sharp as well, with performances (and arrangements) easily shifting from stop-on-a-dime rave-ups to lusher, more contemplative ballads. Another sign of his ear and eye for creative fusions comes in the guest appearance of the marvelously inventive on four songs, her own sense of strong performance adding even further spark to songs like the rushed and the latter arguably the album's highlight, a giddy reflection on mortality and family memory. This all said, does often feel less like a creative extension than a codification of an approach, one with its own flair but ultimately seemingly designed to have its tracks appear somewhere on a playlist in between . Time may well help stand out more strongly, but for right now they've found themselves unintentionally trapped in a larger context. ~ Ned Raggett