moris_urari

The guitars are tastefully recorded, but when do they actually bite? The feeling is that this record moves through very familiar ground: Pavement, Sebadoh, Built to Spill? Is it just me?

Anyway: laid-back indie rock, wonky, more invested in atmosphere than else.

This is the kind of record that exposes how far apart our ideas of music really are. Some people will love it, some won’t, and some won’t even register it as music at all. I’m not in the first group, but I’m curious enough to understand why others might care

In How Music Works, Byrne insists on one central idea: music is shaped by the context in which it is meant to be heard. Not just the physical setting, but above all the mental one. So the real question isn’t ... read more

Ancient melodies wired into a modern, disciplined groove, a collision that feels like home without actually being home. The grooves are danceable, call-and-response is everywhere, riffs loop until they stick, and every mood lands immediately.

There’s nothing wrong with that, to be clear. In fact, it’s a pleasant, harmless listen, perfect as a backdrop while doing something else. It has its place in the world, but it certainly doesn’t shift the course of contemporary music. I ... read more

Every element obeys a private grammar, unconcerned with outside logic. The album is built on obsessive rhythms, angular ostinatos, and dreamlike melodies. One of a kind.