It’s like a horror movie, isn’t it?

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Mark Sinker: Cheeky teen poppets boffin-summoned across an unbridgeable space-time gulf — 15 years in pop is as many aeons out of it — to negotiate a changed world, full of melancholy post-hiatus separation, the static of hard-to-recall shtick, the uncanny, near-creepy possibilities of an asymmetric working quest with an unknown someone who knows all about you and yours (and all sound between). Game as ever, the companions say yes! What dangers can’t they face together, via infectious twinned chaos and wide-eyed cheery amazement at the silliness of everything, monsters, mad science, the perils of a career reboot? So here they are fuzzily snapped transmitting a cryptic Voyager-style message to their own future, complete with 30-second Billy-Joel-style summary of all culture then and since (“Ghost Box, House Arrest, Strange Fruit, Infinite Jest…”) over a throb with Radiophonic Delia strangely deep in its bones.
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Edward Okulicz: Once I got over my excitement and then irritation that I couldn’t find my copy of We Didn’t Say That! last time I went crate-digging, I realised that “You and I Alone” isn’t that exciting to listen to, but it is a joy, albeit a moderate one. It doesn’t carry any of the eye-poking glee of the duo’s most iconic moments. Its hooks don’t so much hook as slowly seep into your mind, though the chorus nags at the ears a little. Its lo-fi pop fuzz is more pleasant than essential. But it’s well-made minimalism nonetheless; it’s a different kind of pleasure with the hook of memories as sneaky entryism.
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Anthony Easton: I like Daphne and Celeste, and I love Max Tundra, and I was taught to love pop by English mentors who refused my guilt, but being North American there is a certain remove. So the overwhelming nostalgia is sort of outside of my realm. But this is so smart, and delightful. I love the little spoken word canon in the middle, and some of the transitions sound like alpenhaus folktronica, which is something we all need more of, and it sounds timeless.
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Alfred Soto: Twitching and glistening and crackling laptop beats over which confident talk-singings construct a melody out of shards. They meant nothing to me at the time, so if I were hearing this context-free I’d wonder why this pleasant innocuousness is worth the keystrokes.
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Micha Cavaseno: Yeah, I’m left out of the excitement, I guess.
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Brad Shoup: Well, you wonder which other brief pop sensations have impeccably observed, mysterious songs, for starters. Max Tundra’s skipping beat and sour tones give off suggestions of a bygone alt-rock crossover; for their part, D&C are writing an A-level Green Gartside song.
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