I've claimed it before, but this time I mean it: this is the payoff for all those years of annoying, slurred, detuned electronic fuckery that we suffered through in the early 2010's. It was Oneohtrix's own Replica that really jumpstarted the movement, so it's fitting that he's here to show us the way out.
There's still samples slurred to oblivion, but they're alongside a hundred other tricks and constructed into actual songs, into actual arcs of experience, into something you might want to actually listen to. It's one of the most impressive combinations of wild experimentalism and actual listenability I've heard in ages - there's enough melody and flow and beauty here to work its way into your head, seducing you into its strangeness, changing the room around you underneath your awareness.
Skitters, drones, buzzes, warps, woofs, chops, pulses, stutters, and it's all got that magical sense of being untouched by man - an album launched into space, corrupted on a trip past a distant sun, reconstructed by alien robots with poor motor control.
Special award for having the perfect album title and cover.
Put it on when you've got something creative to do, something that can stand up to a little disintegration 4.5/5
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