The best bit of the just-reviewed Teebs album comes at the very end: a bassoon (?) part flubs some notes and noodles the album off to nothingness. It's alive at last.
Here too the highlights are the imperfect moments, music made by human hands over top of that microhousey perfection. I'm looking at you Myrtle Avenue, with your warm, glowing rhodes breathing life into everything. And at the very end Sais beats with Aphexey tone-pulses.
But then there's the likes of Obfuse and Realise that are offkilter, sure, but sounding more like k kk k k k k k k k k k k k k kk k k 2.5/5
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