Animal Collective alum, obv - that light, lilting, pulsing trippiness of Sung Tongs-era AC is all over the place, dripping out as reverb//echo, squishy beats, waves of vocals, unidentifiable murmurs.
The best moments are sleepiest: the peaceful minimal, night-wandering opening track, the hypnotic, lilting closer. It's a shame they couldn't ride that vibe end to end; the crashing Footy and swampy Seed Song break the spell and seem out of place. I can't help but wish Deakin had dared to fully commit to that drifting, breathing light 3/5
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