If The White Stripes can make two instruments sound like a richly tangled cacophony, Vampire Weekend are the very antithesis of this – taking harpsichord, vocoder, synths, native drums, a string section, guitars and what sounds like the entire contents of a Junior school music room cupboard, and weaving them into something so paradoxically neat and clean, it’s almost off-puttingly clinical. Their tightly-packed concoctions tidily change tack, tip-toeing to racing along, the rhythm cheekily dodging in and out of Graceland-y riffs like nothing I’ve heard in a good while. True: the effect is exhilarating: ‘California English’s pogo-ing guitar, quirked with surprising strings; ‘Taxi cab's steamtrain-like surge, harpsichords pirouetting around about, sharpened up with a keyboard clap. ‘Cousins'’ bass and drums fair tumbling over each other in an attempt to get the Ska out. And yet...all that content feels like a vast shiny surface rather than satisfying depth.