A vaguely hip-hop cute-glitch conglomeration, the dizzying boom-boom-bap shrillness of which aspires to be inspirative and/or featured in a high-school pep rally/rated-PG movie score. The lofty vocalized-and-non weaving of buzzy noise-pop and playtime-artillery percussion no doubt brings vigor and lure, but obnoxious production and predictable patterns drag it right back down -- on the sing-side of things, it's particularly disheartening to hear Antony Hegarty misapplied beneath what sounds like firecrackers exploding inside of a garbage can, and while Miguel manages to save himself by intuitively ascending to the heavens, it just feels like overcompensation. Initially, the instrumentals are often irresistible in some sick candy-hype way -- that is, 'til the inevitable big dumb beat kicks in, and they promptly morph into detestable-as-hell.
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