Having nudged accessibility with 2010's Odd Blood, Brooklyn experimentalists Yeasayer have taken a step back in the direction of the weird with their third album.
Fragrant Word has killer synthpop tunes buried within it, but too often you wonder how much better a record this would have been if they quit dicking around and just gave you the song. When they do – the rippling liquidity of "Henrietta", for example – it's wondrous to behold.
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