I got this off pitchfork, I guess, but man, this guy's PR guy better be getting a fruit basket or something, I've seen banner ads, interviews, late night appearances, radio stories - pretty hot right now.
On one hand, this is an awesome album for riding the bus over the Charles on a cloudy, sleepy morning. On the other hand, it kind of broke my day.
It is all ethereal, all TV on the Radio melody and falsetto, incandescent-lit cobwebs of reverb, and an abundance of plucked guitars, distant horns, long bells, long bass notes, long, sung notes ringing, like you're in the living room while two Sufjan songs play through the walls in opposite rooms. You're drunk and high and sunk on the couch while guitars shuffle in and out of the room and say things you can't remember and shimmer and unfocus and you lose track of what time it is again and again until you wake up to sunshine and memory fails.
It's all a bit gorgeous, and its all a bit flushed with regret. It's all a bit much. You come out hung over, wrung out, possibly moved, possibly annoyed, possibly both, possibly unjustifiably 3.5/5
You might like this if: You want something for your late night or early morning to sink into you and drag you into yourself.
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