Boris's always been all over the map, from noise to is-this-the-right-Boris-Spotify?-pop, and back. And Pink's always been their pinnacle of incredibly heavy, listenable sludgy//hooky deep metal, and this's as close as they've ever gotten to that peak.
If Pink was Mulholland Drive in its crystalization of weird//accessible, Dear is Twin Peaks: The Return -- demanding of patience, with flashes of brilliance in a sea of simmering, intricate frustration: worth it if you can tolerate the slow bits, and if you can find your way to really just fucking roll around in em, to nor just survive em but see all that dead space as part of the essential experience, then [mwah] // [Italian pizza guy making kissy fingertips explosion gesture] 4/5
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