They’ve not continued on Warnings/Promises’ path, nor returned to The Remote Part’s commercialbility but combined the best of both. As much punk as U2 anthemic.
Instead of taking the listener straight to the destination, Idlewild now take ’em around the ol’ Pecos Ruins, deserted gas stations, and a few graveyards.
Son of Evil Reindeer sees the 27-headed monster paying more attention to vocal hooks, cutting back the “lo-fi” gibberish, and coming up with far superior songs.