2/7, EMPTY BOTTLE I don’t know what’s gotten into these downstate veterans, but it’s a pity they can’t bottle it: their eighth album, No More Songs About Sleep and Fire (Hidden Agenda), is the best thing they’ve ever done. It’s as if all the phases they’ve gone through, all the flirtations with cutesiness and spaciness and tech for tech’s sake, have jelled into the organic, holistic rush that eluded them for so long. Alternating harmony-rich trance-outs (“The Floor,” “Shy”) with bursts of righteous rage (“Flag,” “The Leader”), they’re revved up like a cheerful midwestern Wire—like they want to sell you widgets, register you to vote, and hump your leg all at once. --Monica Kendrick