Words cannot describe the true art rock of trio Thank You, a group of men who are wholly content to craft songs that meander, caress, bend, sway, and tug. While these six songs offer up a nice look into how they operate, the real draw here is the brilliant sense of songwriting and arrangement, often going above and beyond mere 'good production' and instead delving into a pleasantly disorienting swirl of sound that can just as easily peel away to reveal and revel in minimally orchestrated freakouts and intros. What we have here is a promising look into early 2011.

I pardon my brevity here in advance, but this is a unique sound that must be heard. To be simple, it's primarily guitar, drums, bass, and Farifsa. But it's so much more than that, an ever-changing drone that verges on the edge of becoming a din but often revels in Bacchanalia via simplicity, a move that showcases the band's skills at creating arrangements that move in their static nature. Given that most music is modular, that is composed of modules arranged in an order, Thank You manage to cram the most they can into each cell, a rewardingly rich experience being the end result here. While the curiously minimal interplay that marks their best work on this disc is what brought me back, the ability to juggle multiple changes and shifts in a minute manner is what impressed me. Take 'Birth Reunion,' a song that is a simple excursion in concept but is instead placed as a swirling epic in six minutes, letting the cloying intro of organ and percussion carry on long enough to make its own statement before dropping into guitar heaven. It's similar to listening to the amped up (and ape shit crazy stomp) of Fang Island if they drank red wine, the sound of carefully measured mature composition presented in a fucking awesome rock manner. The vocals often remind me of Skeleton Crew; a slightly throaty delivery that propels the voice over the backing marks the pleasant tonality. Nothing can compare them to either Frith or Cora's voice, of course, but in practice a precedent can be traced. Musically however, as should be painfully obvious by now, nothing can compare.

So all in all, Thrill Jockey pleases me yet again and I have found a nice new band to check out more in-depth. Of course, I do have a gripe here, the length of the album. At a scant six songs and thirty minutes, Golden Worry is a brief affair. It feels like they could have added in some more material sometimes, but hey beggars can't be choosers. Why beg when the given offering is already sufficient enough?