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The surfy touches are warming, and Borrowed Time's Aphex synths runs are shiverworthy, but there's just too little actual music here. The drums are so low in the mix, the New York deadpan vocals are so flaly delivered, the songs are built on the back of so many similar-sounding arpeggiated little runs, there's just nothing really happening. Polaroids' debut is a whiff of smoke, a dream on waking; maybe that's what they're going for, but I like a little more meat on my ghost 2.5/5
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