The opening track, "Blessed Brambles," features pulsing male voices that sound like a mellower version of "Sung Tongs"-era Animal Collective. That freak-folksy feel continues on the dreamy "These Eyes Are Berries," whose nearly nonsensical lyrics ("These berries are eyes/Your eyes, my eyes/Birds turn their necks/To stare at them") collide with a plinking bell-like keyboard.
Where Valtysdottir was breathy and impressionistic, the male-female unison singing on "Dancing Behind My Eyelids" is wispy and dramatic. The underlying skittish beats, though, are still pure Múm, and as they creak and groan beneath those vocals, they invoke images of eyelids fluttering awake after a long slumber.
-- Catherine P. Lewis