Peaking Lights have succeeded in crafting a blissfully cohesive album, teeming with sounds that only bubble to the surface on subsequent listens.
Lucifer seems like something destined for hoity-toity aloofness, but it stays grounded and approachable.
It masterfully winds years of Coyes’ spacey song construction with the tenderness of fresh parenthood.
Lucifer is just their third album, and yet it's unmistakably drenched in their specific brand of patience and calm.
Any experiments with noise or abstraction have been further toned down, and even the group’s trademark dubby basslines seem subsumed within a softer mood.
Truth be told, even though I enjoy the record, I do find myself drifting off at times.
Good music isn’t the same as important music, and a new baby isn’t as interesting as cool ideas.
Its goals do not make it a disappointing album, it is, rather, the fact that those goals are never reached.
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