"And it came to me then did every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time" - perhaps a cross-reference to the album title. If you listen to the lyrics of DCFC, one must conclude that Father Time, the prayers are not always understood and some things can run gradually out of control. Yet sounds virtually anywhere with a little hope.
And the music can be said: a little Beatles in it (especially in "Different Names for the Same Thing", to which a crackling fire campfire aesthetic evokes), otherwise it realizes the American origin of the boys ("Your Heart Is an Empty Room "" Crooked Teeth "and" Stable Song "for example, I find musically typical North American). Here and there I felt reminded of the Canadian stars who are at this point also highly recommended, or Bright Eyes (Listen to this: "I Will Follow You Into The Dark").
"I want to live where soul meets body" Gibbard sings, and "plan" is at least the plan worked.