Guardian's got a list of obscure albums, most of which you haven't heard for a reason. But the main exception so far's this one: an often-gorgeous blend of art-rock, new-wave, and experimental nonsense. The bass insists the songs move forward, all those washes of sound keeping the heading, herding all those muttering vocals, erratic tempos and splattered samples into pleasure centers.
Check out Transparent Evil Plays for the microcosm, a shambling mess that breaks into start-stop nothingness before an enchanting bridge belies the wankery that came before and after. Ask Zappa - the secret to getting away with meandering nothingness is to prove you _could_ deliver satisfaction every time, you're just rationing it in the name of the bigger picture. There's a bit of that here - you sense genius, and sign up for whatever combination of bullshit and beauty it delivers 4/5
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