Majorly Spiralling (Oooh!)

A year and a half ago, I fell hard for these broody Brits who clothed their sexy disillusionment in bouncy, anthemic orchestrations. I mean, really, what red-blooded, tragic young woman could resist such sensitive, arty babes -- uh, boys -- compelling her to head-bob along with them as, over and over, their hearts all broke together in perfect harmony?

(Not to mention those white belts and that hair tossing . . . )

Not this one. No, sir-ee.

So, since the moment they announced they were working on a new album, that things were better than ever between them and they were having the time of their lives, I have dreaded the release of their third album, "Perfect Symmetry." Not that I don't want them to be happy without me -- I absolutely do! But couldn't their music stay miserable?

Well, you can imagine my horrified delight when I got a load of the first track on P.S., which all the reviews are calling "sassy," "disco-rockin'" and "Bowie-esque."

AND I LOVED IT! I loved every "Ooooh!"

So, enjoy. If you find yourself downloading and listening to it to the exclusion of all other worthy tunes, let's chat.