Listen here!
I want to like this more. RJ Foley's a good dude, a talented dude. And I like the back to basics approach: once-through on a fancy synth, see what you can make it do.
But it sounds like what it is: fussing with a piece of technology, seeing what interesting noises it can make, and calling it an album. It never really elevates beyond the tech. The beats are hard-techno-rigid, there's not a great sense of pacing, and the evolutions all have the same basic shape: if you've played around with this kind of thing you can just see the knobs turning.
At its best it's delightfully hypnotic, the epic-length title track and bangin' Peseda are highlights, but it doesn't conjure the subtle, emotional magic that made Cape Cod a surprise favorite. The man let the machine lead and there's not enough space for that human heart 2.5/5
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