Post-punk // art-rock revival, full of David Byrne moaning and wry observation; heck, bringing along imitations of every other Talking Head for good measure, packing every song with chiming guitars and compound start-stops and angular distractions.
And like Talking Heads, this is a band's band, frequently coming across as listener-indifferent, making exceptionally few concessions to expectation or enjoyment, rattling off songs jammed with as many interesting moves as possible, the kind of songs that only amuse the people in the band, or other people in other bands, or people who wish they were in a band.
Look, I have the occasional soft spot for arty shit. That's not a problem in and of itself. But this is too familiar, bordering on pastiche, and it ends up not really working as pop or art 2.5/5
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