It’s never a good idea to underestimate Feist. I loved her last album Pleasure at the time — and gave it a very positive review right over here — but I didn’t anticipate just how much I would return to it in the five years since it’s been released. Every few months I’d find myself back in its orbit, a quiet album that refuses to fade into the background. The songs on Pleasure just kept getting stronger, and its pull sustained. Any time I’d listen to it, I felt it was maybe the best thing she’s ever done — and Leslie Feist has some heavy-hitters under her belt. And still I had to check myself when at first I wasn’t terribly excited by the prospect of a new Feist album when Multitudes was announced a few months ago. Why, after I had enjoyed the last one so much?