I'm way down with all the Kraftwerkey, new-wavey, vocordered out, stiff nonsense. Young's always been wracked with future-fear, and willing to grasp onto whatever new wave was rising - this is just the biggest, first, most striking example. I dig it. He seems like the right man to guide us into the horrorshow of all the dumb shit we're drowning in, now, more than ever, the icy plodding lines up well with his historically bold patience in letting a groove simmer.
The problem's with the lack of commitment, the Traveling Wilburys-sounding, flat pop of Little Thing Called Love and Hold onto Your Love - is this a future-fucked fever-dream or not? Make the weirdass record you set out to make already. It's all-in in long enough stretches to be worth hearing, but man, if you're going to strike out, strike the fuck out 3.5/5
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