Existential, experimental, spare, bracing freak-folk, Animal Collective gone The Microphones. This tackles the smallness of us all, the beauty in the small moments, working up from small tunnels with intricate devices with small purposes, music bristling with the washes of forgotten days, the clicks and squiggles of shiny memory moments.
It's a masterpiece in the PT Anderson mold - grasping for so much, getting there with meticulousness and ugliness and beauty, exhausting in its delivery, a once-and-never again kind of thing for most 3.5/5
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