nce again entitled Les Enfants. I didn’t at all know what to expect. In many ways, Les Enfants felt like memories of an old love–and suddenly this old love had turned about with a new haircut. There was the familiar, of course: songs had the same titles and even if the album art was no longer a colorful painting, it was still nautically themed. The presentation felt a little sharper, a little less impressionistic, and the songs now all rested at lengths over 3 minutes. But this is preamble. The first thing I did was press play.