works pretty good, at first. New age icon Laraaji serenades you lo-fi-style, all close and vulnerable, home-mic breathy lines repeated over casiotone beats, soothing you right on down, thin vibes laying down warm baselines.
But it's like that eccentric stranger at the bar. Everything seems charming and quirky and hunky dory and the next thing you know you've been listening to this dude talk for half and hour and everythings's gone blurry andJESUSChrist shut the fuck up shut the fuck up.
'This album's fucking annoying!' I said out loud some time around track 14. The platitudes pile up and up; what was charmingly unpolished becomes lazy and wasteful of your time. There's even a Neu 2 same-track speedup cheat to close it out. A bloated, frontloaded collection of castoffs that didn't need to see the light of day 2.5/5
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