Zachary Cole Smith has overcome a multitude of problems to make this intensely powerful album
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This is so grindingly pedestrian you almost feel sorry for these one-time pioneers.
slips into the CD player and...
OH MY GOD! BEJEWELLED PALACES OF SHIMMERING ORGASMO-FUNK! UNLOCKING THE DEEPEST SECRETS OF HUMAN LIFE ITSELF! Or rather, inevitably, not. Where once the Stereos smartly blended toe-tapping pop-soul tunes with cod-mystical rap rambles, now they cleverly mix finger-snapping, soul-pop grooves with cod-Biblical hippy-hop mumbles. For fuck's sake, what have you been DOING all this time? This is so grindingly pedestrian you almost feel sorry for these one-time pioneers. Only a tin-eared donkey could claim this record means anything in a post-Aphex, post-Massive Attack, post-Eminem universe. We are all in the gutter, but some of us are grazing on our arse.
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A defiantly bangerless take-me-seriously-as-an-artist album that reveals new charms every time you spin it
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Hitmaker-for-hire makes a silk purse out of songs rejected by Rihanna, Adele and others