The Prid's last album is gloriously, rich and textured, everything great about the hyper-layered 00's revival of the 80's and the underground//shoegaze of the 90's -- that is -- a throughline straight up the gut of the whole idea that more is more, that you can carve a song from a block of shimmering guitar marble, that chiming distortion and cooing vocals and an endless rush of sound can sweep you away.
There's no new ground broken here, aaaaaaand, it might not even really be that great -- but it mixes its priorities and influences in such damn satisfying ratios. Overwhelmingly (over)produced, hitting with headbobbing hookiness as often as gutpunching noise; a sincere, graceful, outpouring of an album, a potent hybridization of The New Pornographers Built to Spill, M83, and yes, just to keep this thread stitching, Broken Social Scene - a surging wash of more more more 4.5/5
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