What gives them the right to walk back into our lives with nary a word of explanation?
Why did they go? Where have they been? What gives them the right to walk back into our lives with nary a word of explanation? All questions that should be put to the prodigal sons of indie-rock miserablism upon their return after a 13-year absence, but with an album as good as this any scolding seems almost petty. Still shrouded in mystery yet sounding clearer in their intentions than ever before, the familiar mix of strained vocals, propulsive yet unobtrusive instrumentation and haunted piano refrains serve as a perfect example of why we missed them so damn much in the first place.