12 Songs, 43 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

Protomartyr trade in paradox. Smart but savage, gritty but beautiful, the Detroit post-punk outfit’s fourth album finds them diving deeper into their own strange grammar, flipping between discord and grace in the space of seconds. The result sounds at times like the work of swamp creatures and street urchins, poetry professors and barstool philosophers. And just when you think they’re about to break down—the sputtering march of “A Private Understanding,” the endless tension of “The Chuckler”—they surge forward like new life cracking its shell. With ugly like this, who needs pretty?

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EDITORS’ NOTES

Protomartyr trade in paradox. Smart but savage, gritty but beautiful, the Detroit post-punk outfit’s fourth album finds them diving deeper into their own strange grammar, flipping between discord and grace in the space of seconds. The result sounds at times like the work of swamp creatures and street urchins, poetry professors and barstool philosophers. And just when you think they’re about to break down—the sputtering march of “A Private Understanding,” the endless tension of “The Chuckler”—they surge forward like new life cracking its shell. With ugly like this, who needs pretty?

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Ratings and Reviews

4.7 out of 5
15 Ratings

15 Ratings

BOATOMARTYR ,

ALBUM OF THE YEAR

This record is of the sort that rarely gets made anymore - with precision, care, and feeling. This album, much like the three that have preceded it, will be one that I'll stew over for years to come.

The Truth Hurts Sometimes ,

We get it....

... You like Nick Cave.... Except... Nick Cave rules and this sounds like some art-school, spoiled, rich kid crap.. Concentrate on writing your own songs... then rip-off Nick Cave.

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