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★★☆☆ So much of this album sounds like a conscious expansion (best case) or plagiarizing (worst case) of Queens Of The Stone Age, Radiohead, Deftones, with recognizable motifs extruded rustily through an art-house mesh. But rather than being annoying or easy (as if anyone could call Boris “derivative”), these touchstones of listenability help to orient you throughout the course of the album. It’s less of a Boris-styled torture test and more of a Boris-styled journey.

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