Having created one of the most definitive and quietly momentous indie albums of the Noughties (and indeed, possibly ever) with their 2002 debut 'Turn On the Bright Lights', and a follow-up that drove practically every other band during 2005 back into their rehearsal rooms in fright, Interpol found themselves under some pressure to deliver a special third offering; yet, it's almost a case of 'damned if they do, damned if they don't' for the New Yorkers. If this album adhered steadfastly to the quartet's sound, they'd be accused of failing to evolve; if they'd attempted something vastly different, there'd undoubtedly be disgruntled cries of 'stick to what you're good at!'. Perhaps diplomatically, then, Our Love to Admire falls comfortably between both stools. It's an album that's direct enough to keep the die-hards relatively sated - although there's a distinct lack of anthemic tracks like Evil and Obstacle 1 here - but it also contains enough unexpected twists to keep listeners guessing. Pioneer to the Falls is a good starting point; a sinister opener with the chiming guitars, throbbing bass and unyielding drumming that herald a classic Interpol track, it tumbles effortlessly to an epic close. No I In Threesome's poppy scratch is decisively upbeat; the superb coupling of The Scale and lead single The Heinrich Maneuver are urgent, taut and hazily-hewn numbers, while the deliberate and distinctly commercial ballad (yes, Interpol in ballad shocker!) Pace Is the Trick is almost the Achilles' Heel of the album, and one of only two tracks that evokes nonchalance. It's the shapeshifting, freestyle dance beat of All Fired Up, with its ascending/descending double bass riff, and the tense, simmering Rest My Chemistry that ascertain Interpol's innovation, however, subtle it may be this time 'round. Epic, haunting and downright astonishing closer The Lighthouse provides further proof, if needed, that although this may not be the groundbreaking album that some expected, when it comes to raising goosebumps, Interpol still reach dizzy heights that 99% of other bands can only dream of.