I was among the few who appreciated Congratulations, finding it more interesting as a whole than the non-single filler that clogged MGMT's debut. But here the boys have gone a step too far, gone pure sheer sheets of color, flickering in the wind, pretty and formless.
There are no songs here. Voices quaver out from pillow forts, drums beat over blanket mounds, and languid puffs of pure production waft in the air without forming into anything with any point, purpose, or direction 2.5/5
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