 They've evidently taken their time, but unleash their true masterpiece when their nearest rivals clog their own arteries with pomp and frigid pretentiousness.Leaving a note on the fridge, The Triffids cap their climax with a lyrical wall and a mercurial lacing of melody.Tapping out their oaths in rich words and cured kisses of harmony, they stampede back with the best, most brilliantly brusque LP of the year so far.