Amid ’80s synths, hip hop beats, French pop sensibilities, and British folktronica aesthetics, there breathed a tender Motown soul that would make Stevie proud.
Like a fleeting one night stand that is so magical you wonder if it ever happened, Lost in Translation and its soundtrack encapsulates a sense of “brief magic.”
Phoenix is where Grand Funk began to lose the way. There are some worthwhile moments, but the songwriting feels uninspired and the playing is lethargic.