Sparks zag again, back into disco-flecked synthpop, retreating from pop culture into their most intimate album in years. A portrait of insecurity, discomfort with a world built on slickness and grace, bristling at the 80's just as it's getting started. Lucky Me, Lucky You's an understated bit of bittersweetness. I can't shake Boys and Girls in America - that trying, trying.
Musically, Outer Space straddles Heaven and Terminal well enough, but its the return of that restless grasping that carries it 4/5
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