Let's celebrate hitting 900 by exalting the hazards of manual numbering! This was theoretically #898 but I totally missed albums by Ornette Coleman and The Frogs and then only months later remembered that I'd heard them and inserted them back into the chronology correctly via the magic of last.fm scrobbling. So the numbers of hundreds of entries are off, and for now I'm just leaving em. But now we're back on track!
No time to celebrate though, time to get dragged down by this slurred, druggy piece of overwarped and overwobbled lap pop. Like a haphazardly remixed Hot Chip album, or two Why? songs played on top of eachother, all the little tweaks and slurs and tempo drags don't seem to serve any purpose other than to make the songs unconventional - they carry no particular emotional or headbobbable or relatable heft, a heady swoon to nowhere 2/5
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