is ' debut, and their fourth album overall. The quintet is still led by blaring, interwoven vocals of and . One screams and yelps in a very high register, the other is not so high, but still great at screaming. ' basic sound is jagged and -derived, full of hyper percussion and jerking, screeching guitars. But while this might sound like chaos, it's not. Like or , always provide a counterweight to their noisier, freakier sides. Depending on the song, that weight can either be furious energy, laptop experimentation, or pianos and accordions used in illegal ways. keeps a tight lid on the nervous energy that's always defined the group, channeling it into aggressive songs that often suggest the damaged, exciting grooves of vintage (particularly ), as well as subtler numbers with atmosphere to spare. Though it periodically explodes into a -ish racket, pulsing rhythms and arching guitar lines mostly follow the contours of the scene en vogue in the early 2000s. The title track skulks along with a plodding bassline and lyrics about robbing liquor stores and wandering through landfills; it eventually recedes into the rich tones of a Wurlitzer, and the vocalists' quiet sighs. begins as an dirge, but detonates unexpectedly into raucous triple-time. Other highlights include the lurching, grinding opener, the frantic, piano-driven which finds an incredibly sharp chorus hook in between its bloodcurdling screams. ~ Johnny Loftus