Discuss “Avoiding the sophomore slump”

It’s the end of 2004. You’re at a party, bumpin’ to “Drop it Like it’s Hot,” clicking your tongue to the beat, when a friend tells you about the absolute best concert he went to the other night: a new Canadian band with strings and horns and crazy dudes railing on each other with drumsticks. He burns you their album, Funeral, you give it a listen, and — move over Franz Ferdinand! — Arcade Fire is your new favorite band forever and always. Fast-forward some months later when your friend tells you of a new underground sensation. Eager to be on the ball with this new wonderful indie genre you’ve found, you beg him to get you a copy. And now, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, with its charmingly cracked voices and catchy melodies, scoots...