Gainesville, Florida-based band Dear and Glorious Physician are re-releasing their debut album on an up-and-coming label with big fanfare. The self-titled record will be put out by Tampa's New Granada, making the band label mates of the fantastic Candy Bars. Candy Bars, of course, are the group that has recently been praised by everyone from National Public Radio to me.

This record is about post-new wave, the Pixies, and the colder, darker side of glam-rock's echoes. For having girl/guy vocals, really solid guitar work recently derivative of Bloc Party, and some fairly interesting drum lines, Dear and Glorious Physician is middle of the road Art-rock: essentially depressed and occasionally two-dimensional.

The arrangements are often thin, with vocals, manic, scattered beats, and binary guitar lines. While stretching out long sections of negative space on the record, voices occasionally piercing the languid planes of sound, the album can falter. It's difficult to hold that tension in a recorded format. When you play the same music live, the audience has something to hold onto. Probably for this reason, I really like the heavy sections within this particular culmination of the "loud quiet loud" method.

As the guitars heat up, Dear and Glorious Physician leave the post-whatever posturing behind and really come into their own. It's unsettling and raw in a, "I just finished art school; what the hell do I do now?" kind of way. "Whiter Machine", where a hooky guitar line meets pained lyrics, and "Memento Mori", which has a decent build up at the outset, are my favorite tracks.