A prog apocalypse with no guitars, a dark house raveup with a blaring horn backbone, an experimental jazz album built on electronics and repetition. Kinda, each. Mostly a promise for the live show, where Comet's undeniable dancability and bewildering slashes of saxes can go high//low on you, where you walk out sweaty going what the fuck was that? 3.5/5
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