A funky piece of fucked up noise-pop-rock, full of samples and squiggles and squonks, devoid of traditional song structures, nor any trace of traditional songwriting. It can sound like gibberish, but underneath there're alien semantics, and careful listening can inspire you to plumb the depths for threads to build anticipations from, so that you might experience the joy of having those expectations betrayed.
It's a lot of work that may or may not be worth it, depending on how aggressively bored you are with the mainstream alternatives. Brunswick Sludge is a standout, the pendulum of panning, wobbling vocals offsetting sliding sines, creating a sickly psychadelic headspace. But generally it sounds lazy. Black Dice do scant little to meet you halfway, dumping out a pile of sonic non-sequiturs like half the pieces from a dozen puzzles, with no greater solution and no particular motivation to figure out how they relate.
Why should you put in the work if the band won't? 2.5/5
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