There’s prog twiddle mixed in with single-note howl and “I like this riff, I’m going to groove on it for the rest of the song,” clean singing and more yowling.
Each song is mammoth, building slowly and steady until the climax, and you realize you’ve been staring in silence at the speakers, mouth slightly ajar.
Finally, composer of symphonic, cinematic, epic ballads Neil Hannon returns, age and parenthood having had no negative effect on his charm, wit, or craft.