They’re finally here: the white, Midwestern, not-angry, almost-boring TV on the Radio. Like their noise-mutating, beat-happy New York counterparts, this Minnesota quartet lays out moody guitar and keyboards bric-a-brac atop subtly quaking beats, with a singer who sometimes sounds like Peter Gabriel. Of course, being Midwesterners, they’re a lot nicer about it—laid-back where TVOTR are harsh, romantic instead of apocalyptic. With an ex-rock critic writing lines like “the smoke rings make the amber chandelier into a headdress for the universal chair,” a showy jazz guy on drums and a keyboardist who goes by one name (Ev), they’re a little too secure in their pretensions. But there’s understated elegance all over their third record—soft, glassy drones, worried groove glitch, a shy come-on cribbed from an old Prince song. Those self-deprecating sounds undercut any whiff of smugness.

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