New York's Noah Lennox and David Porter have returned with another album of unpredictable folk that will require multiple listens to truly wrap your mind around. It's one of those fascinating records for which each new listen reveals another unnoticed lyric, production element or instrumental track. In that sense, the album is both a gift and a curse. For music listeners whose attention spans are tuned to 2005, the density and inaccessibility of a record this scattershot (whispery vocals, bizarre harmonies, noise, a softened psychedelic feel, no real traditional song formats, abstract lyrics, funny lyrics, indecipherable lyrics) could be frustrating. But, like the new Broken or any Fiery Furnaces, a few listens and you're locked.