An arty sort of pop record, with extra artiness. Everything about this record is on unsteady ground - the jerky rhythms, the guitar work, band leader David Longstreth's vocals, the angelic harmonies of the other singers - but it works. Mainly because the melodies are strong. All nine songs are emblematic of this, and that builds a certain cohesion that seems impossible, even when it's happening. Different elements of Dirty Projectors' sound fade in and out of every song, whether it's the choir-like female harmonies or Longstreth's guitars. There's often a lot going on in this detailed production, which makes multiple listens rewarding. It's a bit like watching a good movie while drunk, then watching it again, sober: The first time, you might not know exactly what's going on, but it's pretty. As you get more familiar with it, it becomes wonderful.
