James Pavel 

 Vacations in Walcott and chasing girls on campus are distant reflections as Vampire Weekend grow up on their third album, “Modern Vampires of the City.”

 A classic complaint of aging is that all adults become dull and boring, and Vampire Weekend unfortunately don’t quite escape this stereotype. 

 Suddenly the kids who didn’t stand a chance are preaching the importance of listening skills on “Obvious Bicycle,” and sharing unremarkable tales of other lame-duck adults like “Hannah Hunt.” 

 It’s as though the conclusion of their second and premier album, “Contra,” were the final drips from their personal fountain of youth. 

 “I want good schools, and friends with pools…I think you’re a Contra,” was a Christmas list mixed with childish paranoia and yet it worked wonders for these night crawlers. 

 A group that once sounded as though they lived exclusively for the weekend now openly gripe about the Monday to Friday grind as they almost proudly reveal the small, but notable, aging lines on their faces. 

 The first two singles, “Dianne Young” and “Step” continue their strange tradition of releasing the worst songs on their albums as singles. It is a precarious ploy that is either intended to maintain a healthy and manageable fan base or a method of testing the patience of their hipster loyalists. 

 Despite the spike in maturity, Vampire Weekend thankfully aren’t quite ready to sing about driving mini-vans and hosting neighbourhood BBQ’s just yet. 

 Their musical compass has led them even closer to the heavenly gates of Paul Simon’s Graceland, exemplified by “Everlasting Arms,” and especially “Worship You.” 

 Lead singer Ezra Koenig’s voice sounds incapable of anger, as every utterance is as pure and crisp as the instruments that accompany it down this growth spurt of a record. 

Where the group continue to flourish is their ability to incorporate traditional African rhythms with their modern-rock moxie. 

 The shining star of the album is “Ya Hey,” a song where Koenig has never sounded so sure of himself, a certain and positive sign of the wisdom that accompanies growth. The track was made for the royalty of the jungle, a musical contribution that could characterize an African Safari atop a pair of friendly elephants. 

 It’s the moment where your best friend announces he can longer party on a Tuesday night because he has suddenly become inundated with commitments. You can either accept that Vampire Weekend, while still down to revel in the excitement of a Friday and Saturday night, will now be looking to discuss much more profound and potentially less exciting topics than what the typical conversation on your college campus produced. 

 Despite what Vamp fans may have wanted, the group have officially left Neverland. They aren’t Van Wilder’s, but ambitious young adults looking to move from middle of the pack to the Rock n Roll elite or better yet, “through the fire and through the flames.”