Sleepy psychadalia, glam at its most laconic, a tinny clang of guitars against a disinterested Albarnesque mutter. It's almost great - shame about those detuned, tapemelted guitar sounds that grit your teeth right out of reverie again and again and again.
That opening to Chamber of Reeflection is everything wrong with music. Just a pile of slurred, dissonant drones that feel like having a stroke. Is this for getting stoned to? An attempt to give a thin song idea artsy cred?
Everyone, stop it. Just stop.
Just make good songs instead 2.5/5
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