Only two tracks are problems. "The Ghost of You Lingers" is a minimalist (duh) piano-driven track. Actually, take away the "driven," because this song basically consists of Britt Daniels banging on a piano, Philip Glass-style, with airy atmospherics and echoey vocals added. Maybe I'm just a lightweight, but this is experimentalism for its own sake, and it doesn't work. Nor does "My Little Japanese Cigarette Case," the band's foray into hard rock. Like "Ghost," it seems too obsessed with emulating a genre foreign to the band, which comes at the expense of catchiness and overall appeal.
But eight out of ten ain't bad, and, thankfully, neither is Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga.