Mr. Impossible feels like a collection of instrumentals that has a clear if seriously bent relationship to pop music.
Black Dice may be growing a bit softer in their (relatively) old age, but they’re certainly no less interesting.
This one actually has discernible melodies and some semblance of structure, flirting with pop but never straying too far from their own bizarro world of relentless distortion.
Mr. Impossible accomplishes the improbable: being more accessible and more alienating at the same time.
At its best, Mr Impossible is of a creative standard comparable to Ween or Devo, possessing the same subversive humour and performance talent, and plenty of wild, exciting moments.
As bewilderingly little logic as Black Dice’s rave collages contain, they’re nailing something close to unique.
The trio’s sixth album Mr Impossible finds Black Dice at their most accessible and most aggravating.
Stripping down their music to basics, Black Dice have lost the soul in their music.
It's impossible to do this with this album because it's difficult to see what exactly how it's trying to innovate.