There's two partners on this here dancefloor: the Curtin beat lurches in place like an intricate machine-man, encouraging guests to explore its intricacies, while a series of swooning synth swoops swirl around it on a whole different phase, like a backwards-dancing dream dwarf. The deviations from the structure are minimal: only the occaisional beat change or extra squiglerun breaking the structure only now and then. Even on the macro album-level it's strangely over-structured: a short intro, seven 6-8 minute songs, and a short outro. Done.
The result is an album that seems put together by an alien intelligence: meticulous, but not overly interesting; restless, but not altogether exciting; a curiosity without any real purpose or goal. Just kind of, there. Which is maybe an accomplishment unto itself? I'm not so sure 2.5/5
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