There's promise here: the production's alien and crystaline and its glacial moves build hypnosis. And when Blake's using his voice as sampling // chopping grist, it works fine, bringing an eerie vulnerability to the emptiness.
But too often he croons, whines, whinnies at length, like the single worst soul singer you've ever heard. It's painful.
And it goes on
for
fucking
ever.
Has anyone ever listened to this entire hour and sixteen minute in a sitting and enjoyed it? It's borderline Metal Machine Music, like some sick joke, asking how much tuneless, pathetic quivering you can take from an album utterly disinterested in your enjoyment, a cargo cult record that hopes blind commitment to a bad idea will bring brilliance. One of the most annoying things I've listened to in a long time 2/5
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