1. Bring on the dread: The album opens like a primal scream. Rhythm of the Heat, San Jacinto, and Intruder are precisely what I wanted from this album - an opportunity to take songs in a new direction, rather than simply making elevator music. Indeed, I think Intruder IMPROVES on the original - I can see a lot of color that I couldn't before. For each of these songs, PG's voice is urgent, up front - the songs pulsate with intensity and makes me long for the days when PG sang as a man in over his head, overwhelmed by the world.
2. Downside Up: What a pleasant surprise. The strings truly enhance this song. An abrupt ending with an ambivalent coda.
3. In Your Eyes: This is what I feared most; the opening strings are evocative of a hokey 1950s Western B movie. The problem is that IYE is such a heartfelt, mushy, beautiful song made interesting and dynamic by the West-African rhythms pulsating through it. In this version, that edge is gone. And we're left with a Disney soundtrack.
4. Wallflower is on my Desert Island Five, and this version does it justice. I would love to hear this stripped down even further, as a chamber quartet.
5. The Nest That Sailed The Sky is one of those songs I questioned for this album - would it not be duplicating what appears on OVO? Another pleasant surprise, as the arrangement brings out intracacies I had not observed in the original.
6. Where does New Blood leave him? This album is like a Valentines' dinner with your wife. She's gorgeous, you're happy to be there with her, but when it comes down to it, you're still looking to the doorway for the next hot young thing to walk in.

(I kid).
But really - as much as I like the album, and as much as I enjoyed Scratch My Back, I am in some respects troubled by them. It's been almost 10 years since Up. No, he doesn't owe us anything, and it's great that he's seeing his family - kudos for keeping his perspective. And of course he has other projects. But Peter seems immobilized by his possibilities. Put another way, if he's so easily distracted, has he lost his passion? Has he gotten soft?
The intensity and clarity of New Blood augurs against that narrative, and in favor of a man who has rediscovered his voice. Whereas I thought Up was too busy and muddled with the indulgences of an artist with "too much freedom," New Blood seems alive and direct. I can only hope PG retains this spartan aesthetic and sense of urgency, and moves on to his next chapter soon.