“Many folks maintain a soft spot for They Might Be Giants in this, their twentieth year. Poor guys, they survived *John Henry*, one of the least interesting albums ever released. And bless their hearts, their last album-- their most fun since the eighties-- bore the ugly street date of September 11th, 2001, and Pitchfork centurion Matt LeMay crucified it, etching 2.8 onto its tomb.
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