Sounds like any other recent Kurt Vile album, but missing some particular magic.
Vile's more personal than before, his lyrics more poetic and overtly strange. And there's little gestures of novelty; a piano here, a banjo there. Rumbling organ. But there's nothing strikingly new, it's an incremental refinement that actually feels like a step backwards: I miss the clouds, that atmosphere, that wonder, borne of some passing naivette and gritty necessity long gone 3/5
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