"Swell Maps' debut album was a scattershot affair, ranging from blistering three-chord punk to free-form noise experiments, that was intriguing, yet frequently incoherent."
One sentence. One fucking sentence. That's it. In terms of describing the record, no vague term is more efficient than "scattershot." Fucking thing could sound like anything. This is a joke.
Guess who?
Not Pitchfork.
Stephen
Thomas
Erlewine.
How could you do this Stephen? How could you even call this a review? It's a mistake, a smudge, a fucking inkstain.
Terrible.
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