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A solid landing for the Shins

The Globe and Mail

The Shins sitting in an attic.

Port of Morrow The Shins (Aural Apothecary/Sony)

On Tuesday, the Shins will issue a new album, Port of Morrow. It’s an effortlessly melodic indie-style pop album – some of it spacey, some of it sparkly, and some of it breezy.

The band has gone through some changes since its last album, 2007’s Grammy-nominated Wincing the Night Away. The biggest change being that the band is no longer a band.

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Yeah, boom. James Mercer, the song-writing singer, broke away from original members Jesse Sandoval, Marty Crandall and Dave Hernandez, choosing to work with a new cast instead. Mercer had long admired auteurs such as Jeff Mangum (Neutral Milk Hotel) and Conor Oberst (Bright Eyes) – sort-of soloists who presented themselves as a band, working with a fluid lineup of collaborators and the kindred spirits of the moment. He’d been afraid to make that sort of leap of independence himself, until, clearly, now.

I can’t say whether all that had much effect on this record. The first track, The Rifle’s Spiral, is strong. (As are most of the opening songs on the Shins’ records, come to think of it.) The beat is muscular, almost dancey. The electro-twitchiness and Mercer’s high-voiced use of the word “sublimate” give it a progressive feel. The verses sound like Sam Roberts on ecstasy.

I can say that Port of Morrow was produced by Greg Kurstin, whose name you’ll find in the liner notes of albums by popsters Lily Allen, Sia and Kylie Minogue. And, yes, Port of Morrow has its catchy moments.

But you knew that, having heard the sublime first single, Simple Song – a grand, shimmering gem. It’s the best song here, and lyrically representative of the album as a whole. “You know things can really get rough if you go alone,” Mercer sings, visions of soundtrack placement in the back of his mind. Zach Braff, are you listening?

It’s Only Life keeps with the sympathy and advice: “You want to hop along with the giddy thong through life. But how will you learn to steer when you’re grinding all your gears?”

Everything sounds fantastic, have to say, and the arrangements are deftly done. September recalls the alt-country textures of Beck’s Sea Change disc. No Way Down swirls upwardly in a euphoric way. You have to think that Mercer took some notes while working with Danger Mouse on their 2010 Broken Bells collaboration.

Wouldn’t it be nice, Brian Wilson once supposed, to live together in the kind of world where we belong. Port of Morrow is a nice record. Mercer, 41, cements his status as a savvy song-crafter (to the point of hovering dangerously over Hall and Oates’ territory on 40 Mark Strasse). He credits the disc’s general upbeatness to his tranquil personal life, and the album is the first Shins release on his own label, after three with Sub Pop.

Mercer clearly is in a good place, then. It shows.

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