DFA1979's jagged edges've been altogether sanded off by now - the buzzy, stuttering start-stop menace of their debut's a distant memory. Now the vocals are autotuned perfection, the production hammering the basslines into acceptable tolerances, smooth as Muse, tight as Queens of the Stone age. These are perfected, domesticated songs, blurring together, with some cringeworthy attempts at lyrical nowism.
All that said, I'll confess, this purebred's got some nice lines. These riffs cut about as sharply those other bands', with unexpected flourishes of synth and distortion bringing strange color to the riffs, like tempered NiN. Sometimes the right knob turn is all it takes to make a hammerdrop crack bone 3.5/5
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That's what it is that bugs me about this album, huh...
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