A faultless, dreamy, beautifully sleazy album by Destroyer, aka Dan Bejar. It was released in 2011, right before the dawn of millennial indie sleaze, which means that it bears just enough impressionistic relation to be the times as Passion Pit and MGMT. But once you zoom in, the relation dims more and more,, divorced from any world inhabited by the characters in Lena Dunham’s Girls or the Obama era. It eludes any climax, and keeps circling around in a drug-infused haze around something ... read more
AOTY! Not perfect, but damn well near. She's gifted with narrative in the same way that other singer-songwriters like Joanna Newsom or Bobbie Gentry are, and unlike Joanna Newsom and much like early Bobbie Gentry, she's more than adept at making these deceptively simple additive earworms that have a lot of technical ability and talent underneath. I feel like I could talk forever about what is it about her writing I find compelling.
Frances, you have my heart. There's no one like you. It's a shame their best song - Second Name - isn't on here.
Fun and whimsical ambient. Think Mid-Air Thief, but songs like 4u really sets them apart and scratches a different itch. A friend once described These Chains by MAT as the aural equivalent of taking a sip of fresh water - it just has that squiggly clean commercial, accessible sound. This is a bit more industrial.