So, The Strokes are back. Woo-hoo! Hey, what's that? A chill new wave strokes song heavily focused on delivering cozy melodies? Sign me up! Surely Julian will deliver those incredible vocals he's known for! Nothing could possibly ruin this, no way! No singular glaring production choices here to ruin this song!
Is it supposed to sound like he's singing through an anal swab?
Singles are amazing, some of the deep cuts run for a little long but overall a very sweet and wholehearted album that fuses elements of outsider folk with indie noise rock/folk akin to the slacker styles of Neutral Milk Hotel and The Microphones' Glow Pt.2 to create a cozy, warm, and melancholic atmosphere.
The messy spaghetti to Tally Hall’s stinky shitty. There’s some sexcellent ideas laid nude for all of us to peep, unfortunately it’s all whacked out in clashing drag. All the pieces of these songs have singular glory, yet when put together in such slap dash fashion I find myself waggling my fist yelling “get off my lawn”. The vocals are musty, dusty, and old school in a way that’s less inspired and more gimmicky, plus the lyrics are so traumatically bad that ... read more