A perfectly good album, following up on all of the strengths of Awake: those chiming guitars, that chugging pulse, the swirls of unknown electronic bliss. Perfect spaceout/work music.
But Tycho's fallen into the Ratatat/Spoon trap, their albums sound like they're supposed to sound, with only incremental nudges at the edges, lacking the crispness of that instinctive breakthrough expression. Ratatat's latest album ended up becoming my favorite of theirs, and this might take a similar grower-y path, but I can't help but wish Tycho hadn't leveled off so soon 3.5/5
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