While there's a sense that Jungle lack the invention of Young Fathers, whose vocals they echo, or Thundercat, whose disaffection they share, For Ever's Sunset Strip soap opera is always compelling.
Utopia feels like a diversion, not a destination. A nice place to visit--beautiful, even--but you wouldn't want to live there.
C'est La Vie is as potent, visceral and concise a sonic expression of this act of courage as you could hope to find.
If he wasn't there already, Freedom's Goblin puts Segall in the very top flight of late-'teens rock contenders.
After splitting up in disillusion over the London affair, Al Cisneros’s crew reconvened in 2009 for sporadic activity, and have customarily not rushed into nailing The Sciences, nor departed from their rubric of Burroughsian ganja myth-spinning ... set to eardrum-busting, down-tuned slo-mo jams.
Friedberger's finest solo album to date ... Supple, elastic, and in forward motion, it loses nothing in translation. Vibrate, resonate.
Look Now bounces with unforced, uncluttered and cleverly fleshed vivacity, every song a cherishable gem.