Hey Balam Acab, I "wonder" why you "wandered" away from your rather haunting and beautiful take on witch-house and turned in this far too precious little record that sounds like Enya mixed with Passion Pit. Seriously, what the fuck happened here? Last year's mournful "See Birds" ep was one of 2010's best kept secrets. To say that I was more than a little excited for Balam Acab's debut album is an understatement. To say that I am little more than disappointed in this new age post-dubstep tripe is an even bigger understatement. Yet, just as with The Girls new record, I seem to be in the minority of critics who are crying foul on this one, but on this I'm 100% right and they are 100% bandwagon jumping wrong. If you are a fragile person who likes fragile music, or a critic attempting to be on the right side of what you think will be the next hip album, then you are going to love the shit out of this. Everyone else need not apply. This is music for people who think the most delicate song by Sigur Ros sounds a little too much like Sunn 0))) and needs something prettier. I better stop writing now before I get really mean.
"Oh Why"
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