I've not understood the appeal of Sufjan Stevens. It's very hard to enjoy a man's album when he gives the songs ridiculous titles, presumably to appear zany/wacky/'odd'/'unique'. It seems to be a trend right now, but that sort of thing just doesn't appeal to me, though liking him is of course a popular and perfectly acceptable thing to do. I think I'm approaching it wrong.
In fact, I've decided I am upset about this. If someone recommends me music post-1990, I smile, enquire politely, but unless they've really sold it to me I wait for the music to come to me. I can only immediately count 3 post-1990 bands I like: Blur, Pulp and Inspiral Carpets. And one of those was formed in the '80s anyway.
Any music written post-Britpop, especially 21st century, utterly fails to create within me any sort of spark, and that makes me sad because I know it's not all bad music, it's just not the same. I listened to a single Pogues album for months without exhausting it (the test is: if I fall asleep listening to it instead of imagining myself on stage playing it I've run out of new things to find in it). Franz Ferdinand are not a bad band, but I got two weeks max out of their album. Devendra Banhart (mentioned above) is indeed a charming guy, and his music can be delightful, but... (STOPPED BECAUSE YOU CAN SEE WHERE I'M GOING)
In response, August, I'm glad you found two new bands you liked. Maybe I should try them too.