After the critical acclaim and fanfare won by their 2002 hyper-pop blender High Society, Enon dropped Hocus Pocus in 2004 and rather than blowing them further into the stratosphere, it, for lack of a better term, bombed with newcomers. It was not necessarily a bad release by any stretch of the imagination; it just lacked the brazen spasticity of its predecessor, running a steady course rather than experimenting with the interval settings as Enon's previous explorations had done. How does their first album of new material in three years, Grass Geysers...Carbon Clouds, shape up? Better. For starters, Enon's sound was becoming increasingly detached from the brilliant near-ingratiating psycho pop of Brainiac (frontman John Schmersal's old outfit) and that has only been moving them disappointingly toward the nondescript; on this album, however, they're turning borrowing old things and fashioning them into some new (blue?) sounds. "Mirror On You" rushes past in under two minutes with hand claps and self-devouring bass fuzz like a catchier Hissing Prigs in Static Couture and "Paperweights" marries dubstep and trip-hop with DFA grade grooves. Further exploration of Grass Geysers finds Toko Yasuda coming fully into her own as a lead vocalist rather than a sexy yin outlet to Schmersal's stories. "Pigeneration" and "Mr. Ratatatat" thrust her distinctive vocals into the spotlight and to her credit, she embraces the opportunities wholeheartedly, her voice snapping and floating when necessary as embers of coy sexuality. Elsewhere, the high water mark of High Society is revisited multiple times, perhaps most effectively on the straight-up rocker "Those Who Don't Blink." There are moments where the crew slip back into levels of monotony (the album's first third hold multiple spots), but the improvements in the band's overall chemistry win out a majority of the time. This alliterative album may not be as prodigious as their previous but if they continue to cue up these moments of majestry (and I stop making preposterous puns), loyal listeners will continue to be...happy.