There's a machine is in charge, making the big swoops and leaving the band to put a song over top. I feel like this machine knows Menomena's.
This machine's the star, and at its best it seems to understand humans, using its amalgamation of buzzes, pulses, horn drones, and piano twinkles to strike an emotional chord.
But all the machine's production's left hanging and disconnected from the songwriting; choruses pile on and songs get dragged into ill-paced, overlong shapes, slathered in boring falsetto and slavish devotion.
I'd like this better if the band wasn't here at all 3/5
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