I Blow Up

This new album combines Trevor Kampmann's endless energy with his great electronic melodies fleshed out here with spastic guitars and piano. Kampmann is somewhat musically prescient. As proof, you need only give hollAnd's 1997 album Your Orgasm a cursory listen and then jump ten years hence and listen to anything by The Postal Service. Jettison the rough sonic edges on that early disc and trade out his sexually explicit lyrics for some saccharine "emotional" ones and you're onto the recipe.