This album‘s strength is also its weakness: the French trio focuses so hard on texture that sometimes they slide into navel-gazing. Many tracks (“like Stop Running Away”) never really get going. But sometimes Angel Milk works, as on “Last Train To Wherever,” where breathy male vocals, slow synths, and harsh buzzing layer into an almost-tangible lushness, and “Love‘s Almighty,” where vocalist Angela McClusky sounds like a cross between Shirley Bassey and Esthero. There‘s enough meat here to say that Telepopmusick has avoided the sophomore album curse.