Chip: "Isn't Leda the woman who got boned by that giant goose?"
Pitchfork offers a perfectly acceptable 7.2 for the new record, along with this assessment of the band:
"The quirks that make them such a target for snickering, disaffected aesthetes (namely, stuffing their songs with arcane historical allusions and library language) are also what make them a boon for drama kids in three-button vests."
Richard: "I'm totally wearing my three-button vest to tonight's show."
Of the album itself, Pitchfork offers this:
"In places, it almost feels like a disrobing."
Chip: "Should I disrobe while listening? I already have a boner from that bit about the goose."
The Pitchfork review should help encourage older fans of Meloy's obscurity not to abandon ship just yet:
"...there's still plenty of fussy wordplay ("Hetty Green/ Queen of supply-side bonhomie bone-drab," Meloy bleats in "Calamity Song") and at least one Infinite Jest joke."
Richard: "I'm putting the fucking thing on repeat this afternoon until I find that Jest joke."
See you in KC.