One of Atlanta's bright new crop of indie darlings alternates song by song between space prog ala Secret Machines and droning, circular atmospherics. Songs with words are flecked occasionally with Liars style noise-chants and hints of hysteria giving clues to a largely unseen pathos poised to scream and/or dance, while the directionless expanse of the album's star-scaped instrumental passages prop up the tension. I'm angling for more of the former and less of the latter, but enjoying the back and forth in the meantime.
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