This music passed right through me, like so much lately. And it feels so overstuffed as to have no hard edges, blowing by like the wind of a million million molecules of vanishing individual force. But some twine-become-rope backbone, in the form of that bludgeoning baritone, leaves a bruise in the passing.
A deeply, barely-there album that pokes its head up every now and then, even just to deliver the word "lemonworld" and to take out your knees, a whale or dolphin, some thing outside noticing whose sleek form undercuts you just at the moment of least expecting 4/5
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