A middle ground between funky band tropicalia // dudecrooner tropicalia: this has got the strong frontman presence, but a full set of fuckineverything writhes in the background, allied with walls of horns, lapped by waves of strings, giant piano chords in the wings.
Not built for love or joy, not outright - this trips along behind sheer fabrics, with spy-movie insinuations, with pop-rock // art-rock ambitions, a soundtrack to an overbusy place where intrigue and fun lurk with unknown intentions 4/5
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