House music, with overt functionality.
A Valentine’s Day weeper.
No glockenspiels were harmed on this recording.
Bewitched, becalmed and frantically visceral.
A spiteful intervention.
Unsettling, sinister and extreme.
Anarcho-grind, with banjos!
Funk in space.
An ear-splitting teaser.
Pitch perfect and unaffected.
A warm and radiant kind of heartbreak.
Feeling ill like Drake, apparently.
Hardcore deserving of an encore.
School of hard knocks.
Idiosyncratic process, idiosyncratic results.
A troubadour whose songs remain potent well into his autumn years.
Warm, inviting, glitchy.
Getting the one-man band back together.
Familiarity and ferocity.
A long-awaited chamber-pop encore.
