An album ahead of its time by virtue of its tardiness. We are too late; nothing to do but wait for drone bombs, execution, hopelessness. Fuck to "4 Degrees," laugh at "Obama," consider yourself above it all; turn off the news. You're a piece of shit. ANOHNI is a piece of shit. Daniel Lopatin, I don't know, he probably sucks too. Hudson Mohawke can definitely get bent. A peculiar album where every song's a ballad without a single track functioning like much of anything, just all escalating synths and battering rams and pluvial music beds. Party like the doomsday clock's at 11:59.
06.14.25
