All in all, UFO is another valuable addition to their canon, completed with skill and affection in equal measure.
They've always relied heavily on atmosphere, but the new album works as a distillation of what their previous records sounded like, as well as the start of something new.
This is lush, deeply psychedelic music. But its creators aren't on any kind of narcotic autopilot—they're squarely in their heads with their eyes (and ears) on the craft.
For all its beauty, Until in Excess is a little draggy; the balance of ethereal grace and all-out force that distinguished their breakout Dark Horse has tipped a little too far to the ponderous side.
The album becomes more mesmerizing as it unfolds, the songs like windows covered by slowly drawn back drapes.
Lasek and Goreas could easily tenure Besnard Lakes as an outfit good for 50 minutes of galaxy-sized post-rock and dream pop material every other year, and it would always be welcome.
It’s a shame, because there are some great moments on this record, but by the end they’re lost under swathes of synths and looking for a sense of purpose.
This may not make for a huge re-invention of sound for the Besnard Lakes, but they also aren’t exactly retreading old ground.
It's not a record that will convert anyone who had previously dismissed these two Canadians, but it preaches a sermon that the present congregation will enjoy to their heart's content.
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