It’s an utterly wonky sound Brandão flexes.
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Mezzanine was a rapturous end and beginning.
Young Fathers’ vulnerability is laid bare throughout.
It’s as pretty as it is sweaty.
Proudly carries on the tradition of The Shins and St. Vincent.
Does a sense of narrative smoothness make up for a lack of adventurousness?
A strong contender for guitar album of the year.
Robbie Basho was always the starry-eyed brother in the midst of American Primitivism.
Maybe it’s time to let this era of refried emo peacefully pass away.
Self-love, in this day and age, is radical after all.