The Australians have come good on their promise with a debut album that's cheeky, timeless and devilishly catchy.
That ‘Random Access Memories’ stamp is all over Parcels. Nile Rodgers-inspired riffs brush up against their more obvious influences. And yet, there’s something quite charming, if transitory, about it.
Parcels feels miraculously out-of-place, conjuring ghosts of music movements past. But, with its perpetuation of millennial angst and ability to offer release through dance, it does so in a way that feels both necessary and relevant to our present day.
Though Parcels bring a lot tight performances here, their dynamics aren’t wide enough to make up for how familiar this album is.
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