God gave us everything (drunken-sounding Julian Casablancas in The New Abnormal) and then took it all away.
Beautiful, ethereal and deeply magical. Reminds me of some of the best pop music I've listened to: Pet Sounds, The Dreaming, Björk's work; while also being folky, or even Dusty Springfield-ish in it's melodies, and flowing much like an acoustic singer-songwriter album, while on top of it having a production meant to inmerse you into this otherworldly, almost out-of-body, levitating soundscape; and does all of this while sounding entirely original and extremely surprising.
Spiritually in the same brainwave as Punk and the French New Wave: take something and do it yourself; break rules; be honest or be ironic, but always true to yourself. In Charli's case, it's post-modern rock music; what if 'serious music' wasn't such at all. We were all expecting beautiful, profound music, and then she delivered a weird, very funny, off-key satire.
Very much what most big post-punk/indie rock releases today want to be. Entertainment feels essentially punk in all the best ways possible: stripped back production, of a very DIY caracter; artistic freedom, in Gang of Four's case, a freedom to explore the sound of punk beyond the confines of rock (messing with punk funk, punk disco; and thus making dance-punk); as well as very sharp, very witty pollitical commentary that's both funny and poigniant to the working class' struggles ... read more