Those of you who are fond of recreational pharmaceuticals please be warned.If you plan on buying this album (if you can drag yourself away from Trance Nation 2004 that is )please do not listen to whilst high. Because you might never come back down- lost forever in a swirling vortex of hushed, breathy vocals and gently carousing instrumentation. There have been two dozen Yo La Tengo induced comas reported in the last twlve months in Britain alone. Dont let this put you off though, for this is possibly one of the most wonderful albums ever made. Right from the very start, as a disembodied heart beats steadily, you are encased in a bubble of lush strings and plaintive emotions as the five minute songs gently lull you into submission, and you stop whatever it was you were doing and just sit there, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape- transfixed and utterly paralysed. So complete is this inertia that when the calm is broken by the feedback drenched squall of " Cherry Chapstick " it feels as if you have been hit round the head with a frying pan, jolted suddenly back into the world and forced to sit up straight. Immediately after though, peace is resumed, and you soon find yourself cocooned for the langurous finale as Night Falls on Hoboken, and the whole world. The first half of the album is the strongest, and in "Tears are in Your Eyes" is crafted a pop song so beautiful and haunting it can (and has) made grown men weep. Some people may find it too slow and become fidgety, concerned with the lack of crunchy guitar hooks, but I really cannot recommend this album stongly enough to anyone with a pulse, I guarantee you'll listen to it everyday.