'Book Of Bad Breaks' is an album that plays like a film (as is the Thee More Shallows modus operandi), but moves fluidly in and out of dark, rich pop and cold, distorted atmosphere. “Eagle Rock” recalls the pacing of a Blonde Redhead dirge, all dark chord progressions coming up for a glimpse of light, popping, then diving back to some proggy epic depth. Standout “The Dutch Fist” plays like some dirty Modest Mouse cut through with a little Why?, its chorus aping Bowie as the track’s muffled bounce rides out the groovy undercurrent of a new indie anthem. “Proud Turkeys” comes in on a breath of lush strings and ugly distortion, then becomes an amped-up sludge piece, while “The White Mask” is deliberate and pensive. Throughout, Dee’s mellifluous, slightly twanged words offer as much to sing along with as they do to ponder with a smile. To be sure, “minimal” here is a relative term, but 'Book of Bad Breaks' is, quite simply, a damn fine album.