Kentucky’s least country sons, now entirely removed from the Francophile disco of their first album (2002’s pleasantly innocuous Le Funk), continue to mimic ’80s new wave on their third. But without the strong vocals and volatile rock leanings that make the Killers and Interpol sound modern, Bring on the Comets is ultimately a bland regression. Percolating synthesizers bleed into the album’s unrelenting mid-tempo beat, as Craig Pfunder mewls like Robert Smith, highbred Sloane-y accent and all. Even the mix is tinny, like a fuzzy trip through an unremarkable memory.
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