This is a blast and a stand-out, defying easy description while being immediately catchy in its melding of sounds and styles. The strongest through-line is a kind of contemporary take on post-punk that's apparent in the rhythms, choppy guitar, sing-song vocal bits and general energy, but filtered through layers of successive indie and general art-pop-accessible-weirdo vibes, not the least among them Life Without Buildings (always a touchstone) and especially, in that case, on "Broken Biscuits" and "I'm Not Crying, You're Crying" which both feel touched by a bit of genius to me.
There's peaks and anthems all the way through This Could Be Texas, the relatively conventional pleasures of storming choruses (exhibit A, "The World's Biggest Paving Slab") and massive crescendos (including huge closer "Albert Road") mixed with more jagged and unpredictable turns, guitars doing things that stretch a bit in the noise direction in moments, and - towards the end - stretching in a different way towards dream-pop melody ("You Blister My Paint").
