Versus guitarist James Baluyut’s “solo project”: A bedroom recording with fuzzy breakbeats and dizzying falsettos, chamber pop melodies and vocal harmonies.
The Pixies have been reincarnated as four art school kids from Chicago. Who would’ve guessed they’d come back louder, wilder, and more pissed than ever?
You can’t listen to this and not think of Amon Amarth or In Flames. Thematically, they’re lost in thought, questioning faith, and willing themselves on.
These songs are sweet and singable but always feel a touch left behind, as if they were penned by a younger artist who didn’t allow her style to mature.
Rock ‘n’ rollsy Motörhead punctuated by one all-out speed demon, a couple too-simple, too-stupids, and four-in-a-row that are rich, bloody-minded experiences.