The Guardian is unspeakably bad, not because of their constipated sluggishness or their abattoir writing, but because, beneath the hateful, grubby topsoil of their Deftones reviews, there's nothing but void, nothing that hints beyond the lazy psychology of oblivion.
short, largely unsatisfying and quite unambitious. when i first listened to pixelated kisses, i had the impression that joji was going to branch out and experiment with his music--something i was very excited for. instead i get too many interludes and wasted potential.