A brilliant signing onto the Brainfeeder label, this multi-talented jazz schmoozy beatboxer is so glossy and produced but in a great way. If it was an animal it would be a synth, or a trumpet. Pitchfork went and said on their review that some songs feel like sand slipping through your grasp. I disagree. This album is a lovely jazzy tide to float on. I think it was weak writing. I do weak writing. Just not every week.
The review goes on to say that this album isn't an early riser for morning running and that it's better for lying in bed in the morning. I think this album is best when I'm blue and eating berries but not when I'm in mourning. Sloppy as these reviews on here. It says there's no anchor on the the songs and that most of the album slips away into the atmosphere without you even noticing. I think that I'm not on a dinghy in the water anyway and that it's only a bit deep, so I won't be needing an anchor. Shit, hand me a contract Pitchfork.
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