Somewhere between the arty indulgences of their debut (a grower, I'm finding) and the hyperdense pre-DanDeaconisms of Fever Forms -- came this. Transitional. It reads so "instrumental rock", packed with virtuoso forms, sounding very well thought out in this Menomena-mechanical way. Not quite alien enough, not quite human enough // not quite sparse enough, not quite packed enough -- they're still finding their feet.
And I still have mixed feelings about this deeply muso band that I like despite myself - but when it gets down to it I like either end of their spectrum better than this particular stabatit 3/5
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