9.2/10
Written by: Barry Moore
Zoe Boekbinder has the ability to mix her tendencies toward a carnival and an orchestra with such apparent ease into a pop album that it’s almost a mystery as to how it’s done. Not to mention her apparent ease in presenting herself vocally, as if from a different era entirely without feeling anachronistic. If anything, her mercurial transformations from genre to genre are so rapid and natural that it’s hard to keep up with the album mentally without just surrendering to its outright dominance.
I’ve never heard an album so compelling it feels like you’re being made love to. It leaves you drunk and naked and blissful without knowing what’s going to happen next. Musically, it’s like being made love to by someone with way more experience than you, you don’t have a chance, so sitting back and enjoying it seems to be the best alternative rather than fight it. Plus, it’s not going to happen like this again; the second time you already know what you’re getting yourself into.
Structurally, the kind of musical breakdowns range from shanties to jazz to a cappella to folk. It’s in every way crazy and chaotic as it is completely concise. Ranging from storytelling to personal narration, the lyrics tend to play second role behind the presentation, which for some reason works fine. It’s almost hard to focus on the lyrics because as I said earlier it’s absolutely an assault on any individual allowing themselves to listen to it. It’s the kind of album you start dancing in your room to and can’t help it anyway.
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