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and you'll have something similar to how Youthmovies' 10-song, hour-long, debut album, starts. It's almost as if they're trying to ward off all the 12-year-old Foals fans they'll have picked up on tour.

That's not to say they wouldn't like it though, there's nothing to dislike about an album as great as this.

Clever use of (poly)rhythm abounds, with the great stop-start instrumentation that listeners of previous mini-album Hurrah! will be accustomed to. There's also some brilliant trumpet/flugelhorn accompaniment throughout the whole album; it adds so much, you start to wonder how awesome their mini-albums might have been had they had a brass player way back then.

It's lyrically nonsensical at first, but given time and a lyrics sheet, you could think there's some sort of meaning behind them. I'm not saying there isn't, but don't get bogged down thinking about them, they might as well be singing from the Sigur Rós songbook for all it matters. And in many ways, they are, the lyrics seem to be there to allow for all the intertwining melodies, using vocals as an instrument rather than a carrier for messages.

These scribblings are eulogy, this album is amazing.