File this album under the list of overtly ambitious and pretentious works of global and martial criticism that I actually enjoy.

Yeah, it crumbles under the weight of its grandiosity and it fails in some aspects of experimentation and songwriting, but I'd be remiss if I didn't acknowledge the production and how a majority of these songs fucking slap.

If this is their last album, then there's no better way to end such an expansive and (quite literally) otherworldly career.

Soaring, elegant, dazzling, spellbinding...Those are just a few of the words that come to mind when describing this album. Jason Pierce captures the cosmic sound of everlasting bliss like no other artist, and his mastery shines triumphantly shines through from beginning to end.

And Nothing Hurt is the perfect sendoff, one that makes you want the band to never leave, ... read more

The artwork looks like an episode of Black Mirror.

Cocoa Sugar by Young Fathers no longer has the scariest album cover of the year