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An imaginative album by a band that makes a practice of tearing through ideas like wrapping paper at a birthday party, Satanic Panic in the Attic shows Of Montreal squirming out of their twee-pop pact while keeping their quirks in check. "Disconnect the Dots" opens out of sorts, with an unusual burst of synthesizer and drum machine morphing into a more typical swirl of sweet psychedelic rock. Jangly guitars and la-la harmonies signal the sound that first linked Of Montreal to the Elephant 6 recording collective but songs like "My British Tour Diary" and "Rapture Rapes the Muses" patch in electronics and shifty rhythms, sounding both anxiously restless and increasingly at home in the recording studio. "Eros 'Entropic Tundra" boasts a solo for what sounds like a swarm of bees, while "Chrissie Kiss the Corpse" bops through lyrical couplets colored by playful darkness. Think of Satanic Panic. . . as a Lemony Snicket story for savvy indie-pop fans tired of their same old '60s records.