Music is more processed now than it was forty years ago; a lot of new artists sound alike, especially those within the same genres. The Cold War Kids have in their music some of the universal characteristics of modern rock, such as those ubiquitous blotted-out vocals, but somehow they still manage to sound different from everybody else who is trying to do the same thing.

There was a time when singer/songwriter Matthew Sweet would strum a guitar and churn out an instantly catchy riff with lyrics that were self referential containing enough lyrical slyness to avoid self commiseration.

Sweet’s arrangements that were at one time simple and roughly straightforward are now curiously aimless, yet still make for a satisfying listen.

The new 22-song album, Tales of My Pop-Rock Love Life, by Brooklyn rockers, Your 33 Black Angels, is an impressive ensemble of emotional and social topics fused into music with layers of complexities.

Tales of My Pop-Rock Love Life often navigates towards the kind of melancholy tunes that might make one consume Prozac and Lithium like a candy lover eating Skittles. And, with such a large collection of music in one CD, some listeners may be forced, at times, to turn off the stereo and try to find their happy place. Be that as it may, Your 33 Black Angels is still able to pull off a number of wonderfully successful songs that should appease any wannabe introvert.