It starts with a beat, like a heart but more discordant, a nod to the last overlong and oblique album title. "Everyday" tries its best to stay remote, and succeeds. You wonder why they've opened with this, its slow, a monotone. You'd call it a dirge, but you don't like to think Yo La Tengo do dirges. So you stick with it, all six minutes, and wonder if you'll be rewarded. You are. And how. Its no exaggeration to say that the sublimely beautiful "Our Way To Fall" captures perfectly the playful choreographing of two lovers coming together for the first time, its brushed drums and breathy vocals marching to a slow-time to-and-fro waltz. By now you're in for the ride. Yo La Tengo are in love and so are you. Ira plucks up the courage for the first dance ("Last Days Of Disco"), initial awkwardness giving way to give-in-to-the-moment contentedness. "the song said 'let's be happy'. I was happy"... Yo La Tengo fight, but tenderly. Love wins out on "The Crying Of Lot G". Ira talks us through an argument, or rather finds his voice after the slamming of the door. He's preparing his speech for when, moments later, mistakes are realised and forgiven. "Don't have to smile at me, don't have to talk, all that I ask is you stop and remember, it isn't always this way"... Like the tentative dance moves, words become simpler and simpler the more the truth unfolds: "the way that I feel when you laugh, is like laughing; the way that I feel when you cry, is so bad..." Georgia understands too, gently redressing the balance with "Tears Are In Your Eyes", a song seemingly written to make grown men weep. Along the way, our hosts pick up the pace to laugh at The Simpsons ("Let's Save Tony Orlando's House"), turn cheesy 70s pop into a relentless human beatbox ("You Can Have It All") and beat Sonic Youth at their own game ("Cherry Chapstick"). But it's the slow, languid ones that will stick with you, until Yo La Tengo put you to bed with "Night Falls On Hoboken". Its 2am on a hot summer's night and Yo La Tengo are sitting out on the porch, casting their gaze to the stars and each other, like the man on the cover seemingly enveloped in light. They could end here, but ah, what the hell, they decide, lets roll on into the night. It doesn't stop because the world's gone to bed. Hell, when you're in love, the magic never stops. Leaving you with a smile on your face. Every day.