Unlike most pop albums, Postmodern Whirled doesn’t try to win you over with lovingly constructed sonnets or carefully planted, metaphorically-based stanzas. They’re perfectly content repeating the same (effectual) line into what feels like submission. That’s damn right, the words are meant for submission. Because it’s not what they are saying, in fact, it’s what they don’t say that gives this band the power hat and when they do elaborate, you better believe it’s appropriate. However, expect your expectations to be fulfilled with guitar riffs rather than Gibbard styles cliches.