Horrid Red's aesthetic rests upon a delicious historical confusion of Neue Deutsche Welle, dream pop and Kosmische Musik. But where their debut Celestial Joy exuded a clanging angst, its follow-up, Nightly Wreaths, pulsates with shadowy introspection. "Where Are the Bluebells?" cruises through fog via a La Düsseldorf-like groove, over which reverb-soaked guitars serve to remind us that U2 were once considered post-punk. There's also the record-nerd's humor at work here; get a load of these song titles: "I'm Terribly Hurt"? "The Sand in the Urn"? Hilarious -- but in a dark way, of course.