This is pretty disappointing from Malcolm. This just sounds like a stripped back version of all his other stuff with repetitive sounds throughout. It makes me a little uncomfortable to listen to. I feel like he's just trying way too hard to fit into this lover/cut boy persona, which he made feel so effortless on previous records. I don't see myself revisiting this.
Jesus imagine being 83 years old and reflecting on your younger days. I’m not sure if I could ever grasp the emotion and nostalgia that Paul had with making this record.
Feels like the border of hope and destruction in a land in between dream and reality.
Undoubtedly one of the best albums ever created. Maximalist chaos refined to perfection.