Trupa Trupa Jolly New Songs

Nothing hurts harder than a surprise ending, and the title track of this album has a
real face-slap of one. One minute you're in bliss, carried away in a crescendo of
spine-tingling post-rock guitars and soft, wordless oohs, the next you're through -
the song's out the door, down the street, pulling away from the kerb and into a new
life. There are no Wonderwalls here. Instead we have Coffin, a uniquely morbid love
song that comes in the form of a seriously ear-wormy pop ditty. "Lying with you,
without a move, the coffin so smooth." Grzegorz cheerily croons, before the tune
tumbles into a catchy major-chord chorus about burning trees, people and birds.
You can dance to this album - check out the to-die-for funk groove that propels the
Can-like Falling. You can trip out to it - check out the psychedelic meltdown that
mutates the Wurlitzer fairground music of Only Good Weather into something dark
and psyche-scarring. Sometimes it sounds like the end of the world (the bleak roar
of Mist), but sometimes it sounds like the start of a new one (the unashamedly
gorgeous To Me).