If you've been in the dark until now and find yourself suddenly bombarded with a band like Grizzly Bear appearing on almost every music Web site, blog site, or Top Albums of the Year list on the oceanic internet, you might be wondering what you've been missing. If you occupy a lower rung on the music food chain, in turns out your missing a lot.

I dare anyone to listen to "On a neck, On a Spit," from Grizzly Bear's latest self-recorded venture Yellow House, and not fall in love with the self-proclaimed woozy and complex sounding album. Recorded in lead singer Edward Droste's mother's living room just off Cape Cod - in what else, but a yellow house - the band's sophomore effort flings out a few fleeting PBS moments of harmonized vocals throughout its course, but what remains is gold... Pure gold Jerry.

Songs like "Knife" will have you humming its ghostly lyrics at the grocery store, no doubt inviting worried looks from other shoppers as you sing "Can you feel the kni-e-i-i-i-fe?" while groping the tomatoes. "Colorado," the closing track, is far from loquatious, and Grizzly Bear lyrically summed up their intentions in one line - "When I clung to you there was nothing to hold on tight with/ you left me adrift/ Colorado/ what now?"

After running through Yellow House a few times I feel those sentiments, but replace Colorado with Grizzly Bear, because they can't possibly like me more than I like them. Yellow House is a keeper, and I'm ready for the next blue, red or brown house they come up with.