See, this is what I'm talking about when it comes to That Weird Album, that 3rd album thing.
Word is these guys started basic, but this's some beautiful piece of playful experimentation gone wrong. Think Guerrilla-era Super Furry Animals with a slab of American crunch via Self or The Dismemberment Plan's strangest moments, dipping all the way into full on Surrender-era house tourism.
Things start off familiar enough, some late-era underground rock with a twist of electronic thisandthat, but then everything gets poppier and less pop, wobbles, and explodes somewhere halfway through Strange Human Being, one of the best aggressive-production-as-instrument rock tracks I've heard, a crunch bunch of bounce chopped into crystal skitters and tossed into the ceiling fan, right into I Wanna Be a Nudist's IDM-stutter hardcore.
Things get all self-referential, songs called I Like Repetitive Music that goes on too long, a title track called Art, declarations and questions and exclamation points. Raveups, raps, screams, mutters, wanderoffs. It's successful about half the time, catchy at about 3 out of 4, just clumsy enough to be charming as shit, completely compelling to the end 4.5/5
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