tend to take their own sweet time making albums -- not because they're pretentious about their art, but because they're busy with their day jobs -- and as a consequence, when they do drop a new LP it seems like a real event among the sort of indie rock/math rock dudes who treasure the band's dark wit and masterful command of dynamics and instrumental interplay. So after waiting seven years, some folks might feel a tiny bit let down by 's fifth full album, , which runs a mere 33 minutes and doesn't have an epic-scale defining number in the manner of "The End of Radio" (from ) or "Didn't We Deserve a Look at You the Way You Really Are" (from ). does open with the impressive title cut, a taut but ambling rocker that follows a handful of thick-headed males out for bad adventures (sort of like a song, but with a greater distance from the subject matter) and skillfully turns on a dime several times, and "Riding Bikes" is a similarly effective and lyrically troubling song about teenage vandals. But most of the album is short on top-shelf material, and while have always taken a minimalist approach to their tunes, even by their standards "Mayor/Surveyor" and "Surveyor" feel like frameworks for riffs and not much more. But then again, songs have never been 's raison d'etre, and the qualities that make the band special are here in abundant supply -- the sharp, lean attack of 's guitar, the rumbling bass of , solid and fluid at once, and 's drumming, rhythmically precise but expressive and imaginative. The members of have tremendous intuition in terms of how the pieces of their songs fit together, and simply hearing this band play this stuff, gracefully exploding like a string of firecrackers, is a very genuine pleasure. Ultimately, is a good but not great album from an undeniably great band; it doesn't sound lazy, just short one or two top-rank songs that would bump its status up a notch, but it's clearly the work of as strong and interesting a band as you can hear these days. ~ Mark Deming