Searching for the Disappeared Hour

What I love most about this album is how it will be tiptoeing along, and then someone pulls the carpet out, and it goes all unceremoniously tumbling; how it will be flowing along, and then someone belly flops into the water; how it will be creeping along most dexterously, and then it faceplants. All according to its wonderful design. The piano and guitar spar in alternating bouts of earnestness and jest, while the electronic effects simultaneously buoy and subvert the music.