Arriving after a four-year gap, the latest album from the acerbic Canadian indie rock band reveals a group in a state of graceful turmoil and artistic ferment. A work of stoned eschatology involving Yeats, Pushkin and a jet-ski-racing game for the N64, The Neon Gate finds Nap Eyes scattered but not disenchanted, committed to finding new ways to sound exactly like themselves . . .
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