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Many of the ideas could easily be expanded into larger pieces, but Friedberger’s decision to present them as one massive showcase manages the neat trick of marrying technical mastery with nostalgia and, in doing so, creates some of his most compelling solo work to date.
It's hard not to feel that he's pissing on his chips with each successive release
Matricidal Sons of Bitches sadly never overcomes the obstacle of being anything less than totally incomprehensible to its listener, and at worst shows itself to be totally self-indulgent.
What remains is a melodically pretty but unadventurous, all-instrumental slog I would hardly attribute to Friedberger, were his name not associated with it.
