ReviewAlthough not quite as consistently outstanding as their previous two albums (Hippopotamus and A Steady Drip Drip Drip), there is still much to acclaim from these veteran funsters. They have once again taken a variety of influences and genres - Escalator is reminiscent of Kraftwerk circa 1973-77 for example, or perhaps the stuff Daniel Miller released on Mute at the end of that same decade - and melded them into their own style.
That style includes, of course, their ability to write near-perfect pop tunes allied to lyrics seeing the world from a very particular viewpoint (Nothing Is As Good... being the prime example here) and also producing the odd flash of the astonishing, such as We Go Dancing, where satirical lyrics are combined with music which at the same time is reminiscent of 20th century orchestral music and provides the creepiest earworm I think I've ever encountered. A fine album.