A break from the usual hammering noise rock on this modern France kick, Yeti Lane carve off slabs of big lush synths, pile them on slices of guitar, sprinkle it all with electronic baubling, and layer on strained, whimpy vocals, making a big Grandaddy/early-M83/mid-Flaming Lips/Grasscut style sandwich of meandering, buzzing, atmospheric electo-emo-indie rock.
It mostly just pulses as washed out backdrop. Every now and again it hits a really tight little melody (Warning Senations is a highlight), but mostly it all hovers about in a fuzzy swarm, daring you to remember it as it washes your setting in gossamer 3/5
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