The Fiery Furnaces are a hard band to like. Evidence of this is easy to find: just download their live album, Remember and try to listen to it. Admittedly it's not their live show unfiltered, the fiddled with it in the studio and made it even more labyrinthine and inaccessible than their live shows already approach. After Blueberry Boat they made me really excited, though at times discordant and annoying, I figured their next album would be pure genius. Unfortunately, Rehearsing My Choir followed Bruce Springsteen's format of following up a more accessible record with one that is mostly indecipherable and moody. Disappointment consumed me and I have not since recovered, albums later left unlistened and lonely in a folder deep within the bowels of my computer.

(DID YOU SEE THAT? I just wrote a bit like Pitchfork! I am so fucking cool!)

Blueberry Boat, however, is no less a work of genius regardless of the sorrow that later material summons. This song, and a few others (like My Dog Was Lost But Now It's Found and, uh,... I'm sure there's more), are even worth listening to out of context, though the majority of the album is definitely something that needs to be enjoyed in one full long play.

I'd call this "neo-prog" if I had a choice.