Well, it's an Of Montreal album: Barnes's whining, swoopy structures, spongy-brakes start-stops, and plenty of offcenter lines about hurtful girls. But it's also like, an actual rock album! Like I haven't heard from these guys in a decade or so! Heavy guitars, funk//disco//4444 beats keeping things beating, and nary a 12-minute shitfit in sight. It's unfocused, ungraspable, a little hookless, but still the only thing they've done in ages that I'd actually listen to for pleasure.
Look, even when he's making a "normal" record Barnes is plenty weird; it's nice to know he can still make something enjoyable to listen to when he's not engaging in some doubledown game of anti-pop chicken 3.5/5
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