This album is positively monumental. At one moment you are in a punk-rock house party in Brooklyn and then you are transported to a Berlin nightclub at 3am and then you wake up with a hangover on a Sunday morning as sunlight hits your face. The DFA-supplied beats are pefrect, the tinny Gang-of-Rapture guitar is artful and the basslines are incessant.

But what really makes this album important, and more than just a Williamsburg art-rock document, are the slower tracks. There's a lovely power-pop song that is pure Big Star, a slow ballad that could fit in on 'Plastic Ono Band' and a lost-love cry-along that sounds like something Nick Drake wanted to write. Records like this don't come along that often.

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