Thursday, June 25, 2009

Occupational hazards:

- He juxtaposes genres the way a construction worker lays bricks, building an urban-rustic bricolage with its own ambitious aesthetic.

- The opener opens deceptively with a muffled, far-away vocoder effect that initially makes you worry: Is this prog-rock?

- You’d revel also in Rims, an ersatz-country hoedown which outshines Lily Allen’s single Not Fair and enters into surreal terrain as he repeats the mantra “I am the worst” over weaving accordion and scattershot electronica.

I have no idea. No idea at all.

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