recorded in the memory of Lescalleet's late father - in giving this album the space and time it asks for, it presented me with a canvas to confront some of the darkest spots i had been afraid to look at, lingering over the edge of The highest diving board before a push from behind leaves no question about diving in head-first
harrowingly intimate, intimately harrowing, i can't in good faith critique any part of this as an expression of Lescalleet's loss - every second of this story is told ... read more
real horseshoe theory of an album - clean glossy pop-adjacent package with so much to dissect as layers just keep unfolding onto themselves, but the heart and light in the middle of it all manage to shine thru and aren't drowned out amidst the clatter [and holy shit is there a LOT of clatter]