Yeasayer's third album is an anxious record – both in its sentiments (Reagan's Skeleton cautions against the "sentimental violence" and "Don't fear the red eyes/ Fear the satellites overhead") and in its sonic restlessness. Seemingly horrified of ever sounding dull, they've made their experimental pop more fidgety than ever – the two-bit bhangra clattering through "No Bones" is exemplary – but a fondness for the funkier reaches of 80s synth-pop permeates the record and helps things cohere. They're at their best when they do a little less, as on the surprisingly melancholy and lovely Henrietta.