The thrilling debut album from this intense New York City trio makes their city feel alive once again
Pitch right into these strange and lovely sounds, and you never know what you'll find.
Going for literal darkness as well as metaphorical, the stage is lit by a screen showing a Werner Herzog film. Only occasionally does Astor - accompanied by marginally more euphoric, air-punching accomplice Chris Summers - loom up to the microphone, giving the Undeath-In-Vegas pulsings a just-about-human touch. The nervy shuffle of 'Coney Island Of Your Mind' is 'Loaded' for the bedroom-bound; free to do what they want to do as long as it involves some heavy paranoia. The exotic percussive undertow of 'Woke Up Buzzing', meanwhile, hints at a deluxe range of thrilling Freudian nightmares.
Making sense of debris is The Wisdom Of Harry's precarious genius, and if the loops and angles of tracks like 'March Of The Otaku' initially appear little more than abstract shatter-patterns, they soon solidify. Pitch right into these strange and lovely sounds, and you never know what you'll find. It might just be priceless.
A deliberately frothy take on an under-documented moment in US politics
The second album from Piper and Skylar Kaplan is danceable, euphoric and pleasingly trippy
Mumford & Sons’ collaborative steps into world music aren’t embarrassing – but they’re not essential either
The iconic DJ Shadow returns with a mixtape-like album that frustrates as much as it fascinates