Sometimes when a band decides to self-title an album mid-career, it's to signify some grand narrative – such as Razorlight telling us that America's nasty or Blur telling us that they're really into Pavement. Here Interpol follow in their footsteps with a fourth album that suggests even the most dynamic bands can suffer a mid-career stupor. It could be that they're distracted – they've been together 10 years, and have numerous solo projects; is there more to for them to do with Interpol? Bassist Carlos Dengler thought not, when he left earlier this year to concentrate on other things (or, according to drummer Sam Fogarino, because "he really, really didn't like the bass"). This record was already long finished at that point and Dengler's inventive basslines remain the fulcrum of songs such as Memory Serves and Lights. Slower and steadier than previous work, they're decent enough, but there's none of the oomph and joy of previous highpoints. And here Banks's baritone, often a heavy weapon engaged by Interpol's instrumental division, sometimes sounds a little – whisper it – bored. Which, one imagines, probably isn't what they were going for.