“After a few months,” Mr. Furrier said, “I started asking the kids, and one of the girls said, ‘Well, that’s what Sylvia Plath typed her poetry on.’” Mr. Furrier has since stayed ...

Then nothing happened, aside from two very good albums. All momentum gone. Opener Ariel (possibly named after the Disney princess, or the Sylvia Plath collection) doesn’t ease you in. It abducts you.