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Clap Your Hands Say Yeah's self-titled, self-released debut caused quite a stir when it appeared: word-of-blog traveled fast, and with little formal publicity, the Brooklyn-based band became the indie rock sensation of 2005, similar to what happened to the Arcade Fire the previous year. Like that band, Clap Your Hands possess an irrepressible, infectious energy. Songs like "Details of the War" and "Is This Love" contain overt traces of Talking Heads circa Talking Heads: 77 and More Songs About Buildings and Food (especially in Alec Ounsworth's unhinged vocals and impressionistic, non sequitur lyrics) and of the Feelies or Velvet Underground (in the propulsive, fast-strummed guitars, often locked into only one or two chords), but Clap Your Hands combine these elements into their own image. "You look like David Bowie, but you've nothing new to show me," Ounsworth croons, his voice cracking and slurring, in "Over and Over Again (Lost and Found)": Clap Your Hands may not sound completely new, but that doesn't matter. Songs as joyful as the pinging, bouncy "By the Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth" and as catchy as the rolling, zippy "Upon This Tidal Wave of Young Blood" cause lots of listeners to say yeah to Clap Your Hands, and rightfully so. Steve Klinge, Barnes & Noble