Icy. Somewhere between late Radiohead skitter and Spoon lockstep. A MBV tape left in the sun until the guitars melt off and the beat slips between the rotors.
Tone and rhythm finds subtle ways to falter. Bass comes in too hard. Vocals slip and sleep.
Negative space leaves weird.
A fascinating, spare, exciting record, that gets so far into your head with so little 4/5
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