This is so bad and chaotic that it's good. I don't know why I'm so attracted to pots and pans in the form of pop music, but I can't stop replaying the album on full blast. Each listen is as fun as the first, and I discover a new sound every time. It's like if a self-aware Blood on the Dance Floor reached their final form and actually made good music.
These tracks feel intimate and you can't listen to one of these tracks alone without just going back and listening to it in it's enirety. Constantly throughout this record I thought to my self "If I ever made music this is what i think it would sound like." Laid back, self deprecating, but easy to digest.