I try not to get sucked into counter-reviewing the ever-present Pitchfork, but Mark Richardson coyly alludes to the "tint of low-level anxiety, a sprinkling of menace, hints of relaxation or peace" on this comp and nah. Every song is *drowning__ in anxiety, dripping with menace, and the only relaxation or peace I found was when I turned it off.
That doesn't make it bad, but let's set expectations: this is mostly dissonance, detuned notes, too-slow slurs, sub-musical tones, outright static, unexpected blurts. There's a picture of someone holding their hand in fire on the cover for fuck's sake. This is a sub-generation weaned on Oneohtrix. Maybe our calibration's off, maybe making plain old pretty ambient's just a mined-out space, but this's no easy time, more an endurance test in the name of hearing some cool new sonic angles 3/5
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