Meet Me In St Louis

So, I don't think I've waxed lyrical enough about the Meet Me In St Louis album.
Here's my subba-cultcha review: http://www.subba-cultcha.com/article_album.php?id=5989

But in addition:

I have spent the last thirty to forty minutes just sitting here and admiring the Kalashnikov noise that stutters and spits out from minute one of Variations On Swing. Math rock is the term that would probably best describe what they do, but unlike some other exponants, there is very little screaming and very little repetition of ideas within songs. In fact, there aren't many moments that could be called typical song structures.
Even the token acoustic song, Sorry, I Beat Up The Bathroom, sounds like no ballad I've ever imagined. It's brutal, meancing, harrowing, beautiful and utterly beguiling. Fuck Foals. They are unbelivably overrated. Maps and Atlases are great but MMISL have captured my imagination far more than those Americans. It's like Million Dead all over again - innovative guitar work, a thundering rhythm section and a brilliant vocalist. I never thought I'd say that.
When all is said and done, when my day has been tiring and frustrating, when my week has been a series of ups and downs, this can soundtrack my mind's pulsating schizophrenia.
Now to listen to Smiling At Strangers On Trains.....