I labor daily under the assumption that people want to hear about my musical favorites. It's a bit of a hold-over from my previous jobs (DJ, record store employee, album reviewer), but it's pretty hard to shake, the compulsion to impose one's musical will on an unsuspecting (and in most cases, uncaring) world. So it is with Wild Beasts , a four-man outfit from the shores of the U.K., a band that's really hard to synopsize effectively. [My favorite take: late-era Smiths with Billy Mackenzie from The Associates as lead vocalist.] I saw them perform in a small club in downtown Pontiac last night, and they dazzled through twelve gems (although leaving "Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants" out of the set list was a sad slight). Of course, the greatest thing about having access to press materials is that summations exist from people who are paid to produce such materials, so from the label's mouth: WILD BEASTS FOLLOW UP WIDELY CELEBRATED DEBUT ALBUM WITH TWO