A good, solid, weird, messy album, all at the same time. Word is there was some turmoil during the recording process, but it seems to have worked. The songs, collectively, feel untamed and wily and surging with creativity, settling into the background groove of attention-rewarding intricacy, as your listening demands. Its a harder, cooler thing than you might expect if all you know is that Stop Children, What's That Sound song (for what it's worth).
The key are the Young-penned Expecting to Fly and Broken Arrow, which evoke the Beach Boys and Beatles' finest moments, respectively. In between the artsy interludes, some rough-edged, decidedly agreeable, occasionally beautiful rock and roll songs churn past, varying curiously in style. Take the transition between Good Time Boy's James Brown swagger and Rock and Roll Woman's prediction of a thousand melodic, offkilter indie rock songs. And yet it all hangs somehow, coupled by threads long and strong.
I'm always a fan of an album that keeps wriggling out from under you. A cleaner, more cohesive would have been a lot less compelling, a lot less interesting, and a lot less fun 4.5/5
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