Aside from a single misstep (the title track, an instrumental that could serve as the too-ponderous theme for an art film about the rise and fall of Atlantis), the strings and things work well, adding density and drama.
An album to return to again and again, whose depth grows with every spin.
It's not bad - which is just as well, as it will be inescapable.
Depending on your taste for high romance, it either adds up to heart-tugging pop or nice dinner music.
Iron Sea is filled with the sort of greeting-card poetry that would even give Bono pause.
It's as if Keane desperately wanted to move past the "three blokes playing simple little songs" label, but didn't have the technical skill or the guts to pull it off.