The most striking of Vampire Weekend's efforts come as a string of warm songs fitting of the soundtrack to a cool October day. This album reminds me of every time I've had internal conflicts and loss, which ultimately give way to brighter days, just as the end of fall gives way to winter only to bring springtime and the life that comes with it. Ninety-Two.
An album filled with metaphor and ripe for interpretation and application. Every song has two meanings: textual and contextual - both equally valuable - and both able to have an impact on your life. From a melancholy day to just the opposite, this album will always invoke nostalgia that reminds you where you came from. Ninety-Nine.
A 6 year wait leads to strong expectations, some of which this album met and some of which it did not. The creativity and uniqueness of this album is beyond reproach, however as a whole the sprinkling of short songs and somewhat awkward female vocals marks a departure from the crisp and well dressed nature of the band’s previous efforts and leaves me wishing more songs on Father of the Bride connected with me enough to make it into my daily rotation. Eighty-Six.
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