Everything says that I shouldn't like the Dirty Projectors. Too intellectual. Too much poly-rhythmic syncopation and contrapuntal harmonizing. Yale Rock. Without any of the 4/4 danceable gut-bucket blues / soul / country I usually enthuse about.
And yet.. it's the CD I reach for now by default. Without thinking. I want to hear those winding intricate harmonies. The way the songs move and shimmer and.. play. There's something going on. Something interesting. We'll see how this plays out (and stop me if I start buying Vampire Weekend CD's and tying sweaters over my shoulders).
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