Label: Young God Records
Finally critics' darlings after all these years (took them even longer than kindred soul Nick Cave), the ex-noise misanthropes pull out all stops: Two hours' worth of exotic instruments (bagpipes!) and indie cameos (Karen O!) in service of crawling, tintinnabulating, incrementally evolving clangs and monotone mantras. Some horror effects, some heaviness, some freak folk, some frying bacon or rain on a tin roof, lots of droning á la Krautrock but more rhythmically inert -- at least until the final 10 minutes, when tension's released and drum fireworks go up, in case you dozed off along the way.