I'm Late, What's Left of the Medieval Revolution?

Most may not remember, or care, but at one time when I was reviewing the Kaiser Chief's hybrid title, an example of exportation altering the aurual genome (or title), I made a promise that I would review the songs not on Start The Revolution Without Me (US). Here I am, several year later, but I must warn you that this is a review, so bated breath for a congenial criticism is unnecessary, and I tried as best I could to fulfill my obligation.                                                                                        The opener is the instrumental worth its praise and "Howlaround," as well as this reference to refined scores of 8-bits. "Coming Up For Air," with its earnest delivery and opening accordion, sounds like a nature excursion someone has, while wearing their morning jacket, after a technology binge on the long trip there. As they enjoy the sights, they accidentally hit the play button and their connection is out of commission. The next track starts off as a love song "Out of Focus," a shimmering ebb of sound that lures you into the epicenter, guarded by a mechanical spider more eloquent than that found in Wild Wild West, where you're either "Dead or in Serious Trouble," which happens to be one the standouts.                                                                                                                                              While the next track reminds me of a song I listened to during the grey daze of my middle school years, as Linkin Park had blown up and the torrents were in their prime, I desperately searched for B-sides and found Bennington's first band. While the droning depression continues during a contemplative and eerie walk, in the wee hours of the morning, around the secluded "City," I reverted to a state of emotional confusion "Back in December" at an earlier year.                                                "I Dare You" to correlate imagery parallel to the Schroder we know and love found in a Peanuts' strip amidst the insistent and consistent percussion,  and scrutiny of self-worth. "My Place is Here" affirms that while their sound is malleable, the disco-rock aesthetic is one that suits them well. The last song, that I had almost missed, lived up to its title, as the climax was the best part of the tune, but on the other hand, it is not an entirely "Long Way From Celebrating" starting at 0:00.