This one’s a total “no duh.” The latest subsidiary of the Long, Long, Long hit factory sheds a few layers of skronk while firing jangular hooks down the assembly line. Space echoes shimmer in an ocean of detached emotion while the tag-team harmonies sound positively fab. Drifting from the Maritimes to Montreal, our heroes have picked up a ringer to man the traps and cast this brilliant kahuna into the wild. A+++.