Saulnier’s Guitar Center theatrics aren’t even the least cool element of PS I Love You’s sophomore album, Death Dreams, or the most artistically brave.
Death Deams almost faultlessly conveys the volatility and incomprehensibility of their particular genius.
Death Dreams is simply terrific, and offers a sound that belies the fact that it was made by just two people.
For all the ugliness, all the bitterness, all the fear and regret, Death Dreams can be devastatingly beautiful
It reaches upward and outward, but Death Dreams also sound more meticulous than its predecessor.
At face value, it’s a sophomore album that’s a little tangled, but there’s something admirable about that.
Its inability to step things up can come off like a retreat in light of how much tuneful, wooly garage rock has come out since.
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