‘Centepede Hz’ is somehow both futuristically innovative and welcomingly accessible. Amid the obscurantism caused by white noise and radio interference are strong choruses likely to get any form of life dancing.
While the lyrics are a little lacking, the sonics remain impressive enough to divert attention.
Jinking together the familiar, hallucinogen-fuelled guitar strums and splashed-out lyrics of debut first album, ‘Lonerism’, hits a more dejected nerve.
‘Shields’ is an engrossing, beautiful work which could only come from Grizzly Bear, and only at this point in their career. Stunning.
‘The Money Store’ is a modern, breathing nightmare. It’s hyper real hip-hop made just in time for the end of the world.
Frank Ocean belongs to a tiny sub-genre of artists who possess the ability to sing in falsetto about a girl smoking crack and still sound like a fucking angel.