The idea of CYHSY as earnest DIY posterboys will likely be killed by their forthcoming record, Some Loud Thunder. Super producer Dave Fridmann is on board as designated knob twiddler, and he might have set a record for knobs twiddled in the studio version of this live set staple. Electronic blips, radio static, tuneless guitar scrapes, and a choir (used only for the word ''"dance''") fatten up what should have been a manic skeleton of drums and piano. Alec Ounsworth'''s vocal tics persist and expand, now much wilder than that of a certain Mr. Byrne who'''s often mentioned. However, since the nervous urgency of the late erupting guitar loop is the song'''s strongest asset, perhaps the boys should have tried even harder to sound like the Talking Heads (just this once) and cleared the sonic rubble enough to give the groove its deserved spotlight.