The Lacking Details

Some of that weird pop, this time with a definite tinge of Americana, or perhaps Canadiana, since the band is from Toronto

Angular compositions and Merrill Garbus’ distinctive vocals, glued together in strange uncomfortable ways, but it all works.

Straightahead rock, no apologies.

Imagine your Beach Boys CD started skipping but you liked it better that way.

If you gotta have some beats, you gotta have some Nightmares on Wax. Moody interludes for slick rainy asphalt.

Dark and light, sparse and lush, this is an album of dynamics and contrast, fronted by an angelic female voice.

A master songwriter effortlessly putting out majestic compositions that will stick in your head for weeks.

Great singalong spirit, hot flaming hooks, and actual things to say.

Dense arrangements make for a hallucinatory experience as each song feels like a symphony passing you by at light speed.

Pitch perfect UK reggae from the Slits vocalist, full of heavenly harmonies and thumping bass.