Not to turn this into another treatise on slurry, sludgy, detuned electronica - but goddammit we've suffered through so much of it in the last couple years, we gotta point out why the occasional win's different, why it's all been worth it.
This is a win.
This works because all that fuckery's not a crutch. It works because this dude gets humans, gets emotions, gets how to open ribcages to poke at frailties.
When the beat slips off the pulley, when the notes sag like Dali clocks, that's not just because lookit-my-new-trick. It's because that's the way your chest sinks when you think of ex-lovers. Because sometimes feeling deeply puts a hitch in your heart. Because sometimes you feel so fucking vulnerable that you swallow yourself up in place.
All those tricks, all that fuckery, it's a means not and ends. It all helps this magical, crystalline, warmly humming, quietly terrifying album /work/
Suddenly you find a stranger in your intimate midst, and you let it stay, and your knees buckle and you fall into space 4.5/5
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