Paced like a live show -- the first half blurring the lines between big dumb electronica and electronica-nicking indie rock, all stompable surges and swooning vocals and anthemic choruses. By the second half, now that everyone's lubed up and the nonbelievers have been converted, its start to get serious -- the beats get big, the pacing slows, the night's set to flower.
It's fine, enjoyable, but all those hedges, those scattershot angles, those pop feints - I'd rather they just committed to the dancables and cut all the grasps at hearts and ladyparts 3/5
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment