From the sub-Bon Iver backstory to its self-satisfied Rufus Wainwright-like a cappella opening, you could find many reasons to take against Night Beds, essentially a vehicle for singer-songwriter Winston Yellan.
Listen more, though, and such things become minor irritations rather than deal-breakers. Why? Because in spite of the self-conscious effort to create something "beautiful", the songs slowly reveal themselves to be things of real beauty. Surrender.