According to the press release, the Besnard Lakes’ new album is a “twisted chronicle of spies, double agents, novelists and aspiring rock gods.” Not that you’d know it from listening to it though, as the high pitched, unintelligible vocals sound a bit like a badger with his balls in a bulldog clip and the supposedly atmospheric soundscapes are actually rather pedestrian dirges that don’t seem to go anywhere and are the complete antithesis of what the record is being billed as. Some of the more devout shoe-gazers among you will be partial to ‘Glass Printer’ and ‘Chicago Train,’ but everyone else will just end up willing the Canadians to get a move on.