and the new DVA album would get two stars, if I were to begin rating music, but, as you can easily tell, I AM NOT. 

It feels like a classic example of interesting arrangements at the fringes supporting utterly banal songcraft. It kind of has that feeling of mainstream "indie" pop slightly deconstructed but not nearly enough to lend it major interest that plagued Privilege, which I'm actually growing to like less and less as my opinion on it coalesces - what I thought was simply displeasure at the band abandoning the surefire smash hit formula of Entanglements is actually dissatisfaction with an overlong set of subpar songs that hint too much at the top 40 (I remember scoffing at some website comparing them to Neon Trees but I must concede now that comparisons like that are too accurate for comfort in terms of both sound and quality) and show Zac Pennington caricaturing himself - one of the two protagonists on their last album may have been a paedophile, but they're still more likable than the lascivious cardboard cutout youth that populate the EPs, though I could stand or even grow again to love Z-diddy's arch assonant chic hiccuping gossip if the music didn't overstay its welcome half-way through each part. it's one damn good extended play stretched out over five. but that's neither here nor there.