Having previously attracted plaudits for their off-kilter, Talking Heads-esque pop, New York five-piece Clap Your Hands Say Yeah are aiming themselves squarely at the mainstream on this, their third album. Unfortunately, they've lost any modicum of individuality in the process, their spectrum of influences seemingly stretching only from the stadium indie of the Killers ("Same Mistake") via the Killers covering Pulp's "Common People" ("Into Your Alien Arms") to the keyboard-powered stadium indie of Keane ("Idiot"). It has its moments – the title track has a certain chutzpah – but a lack of killer hooks means there's precious little to get excited about here.
Phil Mongredien works on the Guardian's opinion desk. He also reviews albums for Q magazine