Three decades and ten albums into a stealth career as one of pop’s greatest unsung tunesmiths, Neil Hannon keeps the in — a — perfect — world hits coming. This time, he fixes his decidedly non — rocking melodic swoon and urbane wit on recessions both financial and romantic, politicians’ sex scandals, as well as the disconnections among commuters wearing earphones. But he saves his most affecting words for the sharply observed “At the Indie Disco,” where “she makes my heart beat the same way as at the start of ‘Blue Monday.'” Just beautiful.
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