James Blake's what's wrong with sorta-experimental music, just all the way up his own ass past listenability. So when he shows up on two tracks here I get my guard up. And superficially this has the same problems.
But it gets there, somehow.
You feel it in the bass on that opening track, those distorted guitars. That willingness to deign to engage on a visceral level. Shades of The Range, tapping into some desperation of yelp and distortion.
Human music, I like it.
I say:
I want something new. Old is boring. All the obviously pleasant sounds are staked out. Sounds outside the explored space are, on the balance, unpleasant. Navigate that. And maybe that's demanding, but that's your fucking JOB.
Mount Kimbie, more so than most, is up to the task, finding the bassline heartbeat that guides you into the other meanderings. It's
a) adventurous
b) not lazy
which's surprisingly scarce.
liable to be a grower 4/5
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