This entire album sounds like if Alison Goldfrapp had given up on life.

Nightjar wrote:

There's something incredibly unoriginal about this particular song.

It's all been done before a thousand times bef...

Oh!

No, I stand by my assertion.

Track 8 - The Words.

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

This entire album sounds like if Alison Goldfrapp had given up on life.

Stop sugar-coating it.

Track 9 - Dust Yourself Off.

A bit bossy.

All of this is just stuff a drippy girl has composed on acoustic guitar or piano and has then had a whole bunch of lo-fi Pro-Tools-tech-boffins make it sound unassumingly, gossamery-epic.

Like a mayfly on it's deathbed mithering on about how it never got a chance at really living.

Track 10 - IRL.

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

Track 9 - Dust Yourself Off.

A bit bossy.

This is what I have been trying to say.

Nightjar wrote:

Dust yourself off.

Chin up...

etc.

These major-to-minor melodic shifts (is that a technically accurate description?) are very Angel Olsen-y.

Plinky plonky piano.

Last track - Forgive (ft. claire rousay).

Sounds of people having a nice time when I am not having a nice time.

It's probably a bunch of middle class white people at Brixton Lido.

It has fallen over, curled up and suffered its demise.

It was deeply tedious, from start to finish, with no attempt made to not be.

Now to look back at the thread and see what everybody else made of it.

I shall give it one star.

BTW, who the fl*rp is Claire Rousay and what in the name of God was her contribution to that last track?

Nightjar wrote:

BTW, who the fl*rp is Claire Rousay and what in the name of God was her contribution to that last track?

Seems to be another one cut from the same cloth.

She even looks like her.

I have been generous with my score because I am not an unpleasant person.

Even though other people are.

The Call of the Wendigo wrote:

Seems to be another one cut from the same cloth.

A kind of heavy, rough cut, hand-made, charcoal black felt?