This's the kind of sludgy, wobbled-for-its-own-sake bullshit I hate. But something got this around the horn for me.
Maybe it's the fullforce embrace of disco and weirdo funk, a Midnite Vultures fever-dream. Maybe its that pitch-perfect album cover and title, suggesting an alternate, sleazy, ketamine-fueled trip through Lost in Translation's karaoke bars and neon backalleys. After 51 minutes of not-right notes and slinky vocals I came out of a haze with a hangover, exhausted and cranky. But points for making me feel like I had an experience 3/5
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