Like a large jewelry box, The Valentine Singles contains four 45s. Woozy from umbrella-topped drinks but not tipsy enough to falter from perfect elegance feel.
All 12 songs meld big ’90s guitarrorism, organic samples, and an obsessive-compulsive attention to detail with bright harmonies and indelible choruses.
Styles range from blues to ballads to swing to swagger to strut to an a cappella pretty-boy-barbershop intro to a NIN rip-off. Plus pianos, and Spanish guitars.
The sun scratches her way through the twisted branches of night. You must go back. You see the silver trail flowing behind you. Reluctantly, you reel it in.
Hello is well-manicured, accessible femme eclectica that tries on styles like Salvation Army fatigues, overlaid with unlocked-diary imagery alternately potent.
They call this terror tech, and it blends shock culture samples from Ice T, every Tarantino quote ever, and anything else with the word “motherfucker” in it.
A roar. Hyperspeed drumming. Lightning leads. Then the Entombed-esque chop and slash attack comes in with a dramatic burst of speed to break up the chugging.