"I Was Never Young" shifts from unintelligible blather-chants into a loose, elastic melody, anchored by cheap beats and giggly retro flourishes, while "Forecast Fascist Future" spins tinny guitars into AM radio gold. "The Party's Crashing Us" is all disco rhythm and handclaps, with enough bizarre lyrics ("We made love like a pair of black wizards!") and silly background harmonies to make the title seem strangely apropos. Barnes' vocals are so thick and layered that he occasionally sounds like a short-circuiting robot, a conceit which works remarkably well, given the record's weird electro obsessions. Still, even though Barnes' dizzying arrangements and tweaked structures are technically impressive, The Sunlandic Twins can also feel bloated and overstuffed, crammed full with too much sound-snippets of noise ooze into every crevice, synthesizers bleating in all directions, castanets rattling in the background, cowbells yawping, drums popping up and receding, vocals shooting into oblivion. Barnes' woozy enthusiasm is as endearing as it is challenging, but all that hyperactivity doesn't exactly allow the record much room to breathe. Consequently, listening to it can be a vaguely exhausting-if joyful-experience.