Low’s eleventh release (boy, they’ve been around for a while) is largely what you’d expect from the low-key, droning, dream anti-pop group. Low continues to pursue its low-tempo, heavy-yet-ethereal sound, and what few tracks feel like them moving away from their roots (“Kid in the Corner”) feel a little trite. This is more of what you expect from the classic band; nothing more nothing less. “Landslide” is the standout track here, a ten-minute marathon that moves between tempos and tones with abandon, a real musical narrative. For more poppy material, check out “Spanish Translation” and “Lies”, the latter being almost… Cocteau Twins in terms of its sound. Not what you’d expect from Low, and they don’t do the dream pop sound as well as their forebears, and that whole sound has been used and dismantled a dozen times over in the independent pop scene, but Low’s signature vocals lend much-needed some credence to it.