As a good baseball mitt, Grizzly Bear's latest work requires some getting used to. But just as that glove, it eventually yields to the contours of the wearer's hand. Listeners will come to appreciate the technical genius and work of restraint that makes up much of this album. Patient listeners will in time develop an enduring affinity for one of Brooklyn’s finest.

I'm in love with three or four songs and haven't even read the lyrics, which I’m sure are stalwart. The album has given rise to praise from respectable news outlets, most notably, the Atlantic to the Wall Street Journal. Someone, please, add curious coven to Grizzly Bear’s list of laudatory, utterly respectable, outlets.

Well done, gents.