It's a record you really have to grow up with, I think, to truly appreciate. Fraught and tenuous, raw and tender, abrasive and gentle all at once—a portrait of a certain kind of young adulthood, precariously situated between dominant tones... Its ragged, panning, stereo production feels, at its best, not rudimentary, but communicative: its own mode of address, its own conduit of intimacy. I'll call it ambivalent—by which I mean not static or indifferent, but drawn powerfully in too ...
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