At first I was disappointed that this lacked the breakneck energy of the Headache's debut. But it finds its own lane - as a pre-post-punk take on The Strokes maybe, that clipalong cool, run ragged with shattered, lovelorn vocals. The poppier stuff like the title track's catchy as heck, and things kick up nicely as it all spirals to destruction before you know it.
I first heard this the morning after rewatching episode 2.3 of Rick and Morty, which I won't spoil. But for some reason the impossible tale of a bright-and-fast fling with an intergalactic hivemind seemingly fit this album's soundtracking. Something in High's hugeness, recklessness, sadness and fury strikes a chord, as it glances in humble terms off something gorgeous and impossible with an energy just beyond grasp 4/5
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