Brooklyn’s Yeasayer are the latest entry to this group of (David) Byrne disciples, and one of the better bands to put a new spin on his polyrhythmic convulsing. The band gained recognition earlier this year for their fantastic first single “2080”, possibly because of its sonic similarities to Midlake’s buzzed-about 2006 single “Roscoe”. Both share a woozy, woodsy ambience, but where “Roscoe”, set in 1891, was nostalgic for a rustic world, Yeasayer gazes ahead—and not optimistically. “I can’t sleep when I think about the times we’re living in,” Chris Keating sings, continuing, “I can’t sleep when I think about the future I was born into.” After two preternaturally smooth choruses, the band lives up to its name. All new age elements temporarily vanish, and the group breaks through into communalism. The sudden, fervent “yeah yeah!” pulls from the same crowded Anglo-ethnic trough as the Arcade Fire, Animal Collective, and Danielson, and establishes the band’s own link between the ritualistic and the futuristic.