Guitars looped and echoed until they're more shimmer than sound, Guthrie's vocals helixing through like a flying fish. As pretty as the gauziest shoegaze -- but tense.
It's that tension that makes Heaven or Las Vegas more than just a pile of production tricks, but makes it a strangely difficult listen, a trip on the cusp of turning bad. If you were down with this when it was the only game in town it's probably a time machine and a half to drift away to, but 3.5/5
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