I listened to it, and it instantly reaffirmed my personal philosophy when it comes to music: Never, ever listen to anything which merits the adjective 'quirky'. Weird? Weird is good. Mainstream? Well, you do find the occasional band that manages the neat trick of being both popular and really good. But quirky... Quirky is stuff that doesn't have the balls to be weird and doesn't have the honesty to be mainstream. This is a perfect example: Peter Gabriel meets Paul Simon meets pretty much every godawful shoegazing band who thought 'ambient' was a compliment instead of a dire insult. It's high-concept, pretentious crap, soft-pop for the new millenium, hacking together the worst elements of a dozen genres and molding them together into one painstakingly-hip, breathtakingly-dull lump.
...Nothing personal or anything... It's just that this band, and their compatriots in New York and Montreal, represent the antithesis of everything I love about music, and I couldn't resist the oppurtunity to rant a little.
Do not even get me fucking started on Vampire Weekend, either. The only way I could aqequately describe my feeling towards them would be to write 'fuck' eight-hundred times on a page and then shit on it. Still, there was a section in Uncut that mentioned them in the same context as these guys, so if you liked this then you might want to check them out.