It’s impossible to hate Even in Arcadia.
To hate something, it has to exist, and this album feels like nothing.
It has the atmosphere of an overproduced, high-budget Netflix special: immaculate lighting, pristine sound design, no rough edges anywhere. The production and mastering are so clinically clean that you can’t even clock its presence.
Think about Dance Monkey. You might hate it, but you can’t call it devoid of personality. It has one: it's annoying.
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EDIT: Rewritten because the first draft accidently turned into a therapy session.
I first heard Tell Me About the Long Dark Path Home sometime in the winter of 2013. We parked on the edge of cold suburban nowhere with half-lit cul-de-sacs, frozen drainage ditches and a bottle of Taaka being passed around. What stuck with me wasn’t the setting or the company, but a mix of distance, yearning, and the strange comfort of being completely, quietly overwhelmed.
The music is fragile but never ... read more