Twisted, textural, ecstatically repetitious, keyboard-driven bedroom pop from Portland, collaging well-worn synth pop / new wave / garage / post-punk tropes into complex and unorthodox new structures. Skittish and unwieldy, but frequently settling into sequences of raga-like simplicity / quiet-storm intensity, and with no shortage of plaintive nagging Flying Nun-ish melodies, it's a hard one to dismantle, never the same on the next go-‘round. In other words, a future classic. One of last year’s gems that slipped our attention, you should check this out and all the other stuff from See My Friends - one of the best young labels around. LP with screen-printed sleeve plus insert.