What a bad album! A loungey, slinking sluice of Spacehogey glam, like a hundred years in the 2001 room washed away Turner's every memory of the Arctic Monkeys.
And yet! Good god does it commit to the sound and concept. And around the third time you listen to Star Treatment's unearned confidence, a Midnite Vulture sliding into your DarkMoons like
it sounds a little sexy. This dude does not give a fuck.
And 6 tracks in, we're still locked in. Still doing . . whatever _this is. Close the deal, jesus.
Debut Test asks if an unexpected direction from an expectation-laden band would have been better received if it was some new band's debut. Abacab, Tiny Music, Adore, Congratulations, They Were Wrong So We Drowned (no, yes, yes, no, yes)
This time ask: could this have hoped to be more than a microcult hit if it wasn't for the trackrecord it's rejecting? (nah)
But that's what's happening! The nerve!
Not good, but I'm wildly glad it exists 3/5
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