[The Royal Scam] has wormed its way into my subconscious far faster than its slightly less sharply focused precursor, Katy Lied….

Most so-called artists working in rock are reduced to self-parody after five albums, but [Becker and Fagen] refine and develop their terminally depressive vision like the true masters they are. The melodies are sharper than ever on this collection, and the lyrics somehow more direct. I've never supported the notion that they were deliberately misleading in the past, because their sub-obsession with the passage of time and its effect on relationships lend itself to the aural equivalent of, say, Last Year in Marienbad….

Here, the preoccupations are mostly contemporary, not too wide-ranging if in the future or the past, and neatly signposted: Haitian Divorce allows the stage whispered "Now we dolly back, Now we fade to black" to set the scene for a cunningly unfaithful spouse to...