A twisty, alien album that sneaks around in the shadows with an oilslick glow and unknown intentions - snapping // soaring into place on the back of a plainspoken chorus, a savior in snake's clothing.
Miguel's not quite sexy, not quite sexual -- not in any way you've got antibodies for. He's got mystery on his side, synthy buzzes, washy vocals, seducing through side doors and slipping through fingers. It's fascinating and inventive, unmarked Midnite Vultures, MBDTF in plain sight 4/5
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