When I first heard Bloc Party's Silent Alarm last year, I was overwhelmed with delight. And then, after I'd played the record to death for a few months, I started wondering whether I'd fallen too fast and too hard. Even though I continued to love what I was hearing, I began to suspect that I'd been duped. Surely, something that pleased me so easily from the get-go would eventually grow tired. So I put the album aside and only listened to tracks from it when they would come on in shuffle mode. Recently, however, I've had an intense resurgence of that initial head-over-heels feeling. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Silent Alarm is perfect music for running or biking and therefore an ideal companion for my recent forays into the land of semi-fitness. Whatever the reason, though, it's clear this time around, as I dally with my not-so-old flame, that I'm never going to stop loving this record and, what is more, that it actually sounds a lot better to me now than it did eighteen months ago. That may be true of other favorites from the past few, Pitchfork-colored years, such as the debut albums from Clap Your Hands Say Yeah and Wolf Parade, which have also been sounding great to me of late. But Silent Alarm is presently at the top of the list.