First off, if you haven't set aside your skepticism about Dirty Projectors and at least tried listening to Swing Lo Magellan, you should. Coming from a band that has been at times irritatingly proud of their own complexity, it's a refreshingly basic album. Of course, basic is a relative term. is still dense and fidgety, and Dave Longstreth still seems like a writer incapable of getting to the end of a song without proving that he and his bandmates are, in some capacity, beyond human. His tricks, though, are fewer and further between. Whether it's a product of age, epiphany, or just general exhaustion, I don't know, but it turns out that the less hysterically he and his band try to prove how talented they are, the more obvious their talent becomes.