After nearly fifteen years of making deliciously raw indie-rock records, Spoon has stripped down to almost nothing. Each and every hand clap and piano chord on their foot-stomping, flawless new album, now streaming on their label's Website, is obsessively placed. Meanwhile, Britt Daniel's sculpted yowl meets the ethereal falsetto you may remember from that Jaguar ad. When the cheery baritone sax and dance-hall echoes hit, it feels like you just might burst.

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Spoon; Merge; Out July 10.

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