It feels like ages since I've been able to say this, but here's an album that doesn't sound like anything else out there, defying convention, at least slightly, on all the levels. It's all familiar-adjacent..? Electronic noise//melody and looped guitars and samples that wander in and out of frame again and again and again, with parts missing, all bumping into eachother at a poorly programmed robot party. The flow and feel have elements of hooky electronica grooves, rockist buildups, trip-hop atmospherics, and mashup accidentals, but Sport belongs to none of those traditions.
The closer you listen the stranger it becomes. The song's don't seem constructed by any mindset I've encountered. There's a logic, but it seems to have arisen emergently. It's rarely surprising, exactly, but never predictable, and given humanity especially by the epic throwdown on Skype, swinging an electronic-sounding album back into DJ territory.
And through all that, there is a groove. There is headbobbing and moments of minimalist poignancy on the order of The Range or The Books and swervy expectation defying maneuvers. Exciting shit that I'm still trying to wrap my head around 4.5/5
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