Well, there's a lot of album here for your money. Here's an all-encompassing psychadelic rock/pop/funk/soul/indie record, just stuffed with deepdeep bass, super crisp beats, and layers and layers of strings, synths, and of course an echoing, reverberating chorus of Kevin Parkers.
'cause Parker's here to fill your whole mind; sometimes it seems he's added things just to fill every last cranny, packing justonemore shimmering synth into a space where it justbarelyfits. The overdone approach works when it's alongside some contrast: that invisible breakdown in the middle of Let it Happen, the skeletal bridge of The Moment, even that Giorgio by Moroder-esque muttering on Past Life. Actually Daft Punk's a pretty good point of reference: here's an album that's trying to be end-all, drawing on pop and art and oldness and newness and hoping it all adds up. Occasionally it does!
But like the often-forgettable RMA, the album flags for long stretches, forgetting about surprise, energy, and songwriting. That nine-minute stretch of Yes I'm Changing // Eventually is an unrecoverable mistake, a slog that annihilates any momentum that first few good songs had built. It happens again on the second half: there's just too much emoting, moaning, fluffing, not nearly enough actual hooks or hard edges to make this satisfying or any damn fun.
If you've just broken up with your girlfriend AND eaten a bunch of mushrooms this is probably justsfuckingright, but man, I'm not sure this hits the sweet spot for any other time in your life 3/5
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