The fourth album from Annie Clark, aka St. Vincent, is her first for a major record label. While the thought of her joining the ranks of a major made me cringe, I don’t feel that the unique and quirky St. Vincent pop sound is corrupted here. Yes, the self-titled release is the most accessible St. Vincent album yet. But maybe it was the guitar shredding just over the halfway mark of Huey Newton that won me over. Maybe it’s the fact the album has few flaws and Clark continues to surprise. I started to list tracks I’d highlight from the album and realized almost every song is a standout. This is likely Clark’s breakout album, one that appeals to the masses. No more small club shows. No more afternoon sets at Pitchfork fest.