Such an understated album, no big productions, no long tracks, no epic solos, just a rumination, not quite outraged, simmering at the state of things, keeping time, grimacing at the world going by. The audacity of Psychedelic Pill's been beaten down, one foot in front of the other.
The flourishes of robotic autotune are, again, understated, welcome. The grumble of guitar a welcome splash of reason, tracks like Peace Trail and My Pledge strike a striking balance. But so many other songs ring with Get Off My Lawn, of step behind step-keeping - Indian Givers thudding on its one-note joke, Texas Rangers and John Oaks too blunt to resonate, My New Robot pure gimmick.
Young sounds left behind. And maybe that genius in its own way. Aren't we all. But I can't help but hope for more, for one last charge against the night 3.5/5
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