3.5/5 starts off paralyzingly French, unfolds into something much stranger and more psychedelic and paralyzingly French. It's all so archly, willfully, baroque! And in a way I love its endless tricks and flourishes. But they mount and mount and bury any semblance of a throughline, until you're moaning
stop faffing about and do the fucking thing already, like the science of sleep, but music
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