fugitive air, of Montreal.

fugitive air, of Montreal.

Perfectly erratic as per, of Montreal a little while ago unveiled the first peep into forthcoming twelfth full-length, the lazily stylised lousy with sylvianbriar which is due this steadily approaching autumn, nigh on unannounced. Kevin Barnes reputedly relocated to San Francisco for the conception of the compulsively prolific quirk-pop polymath’s minuscular latest where, if fugitive air is to be believed, he began to cultivate a persuasive impersonation of a certain Bradford Cox and this one whiffs of the Georgian’s insatiable lusting after the contentious. From Barnes’ faintly distorted yelp to his flaccid lyricisms of wearing “that old titty out” and general genitalia, there’s more than an ephemeral whiff of Deerhunter-cum-Atlas Sound to fugitive air – a single which is perhaps more instructive of a potential alteration in direction than it is directly involving. That said, Barnes’ continued labouring to demonstrate there’s more peculiarity to him than the otherwise prosaic name his momma gave him is laudable, if not always enjoyable – even if this one errs, more often than not, on that latter adjective. Which, y’know, means we’re still more or less looking forward to the record – alleged Emma Bunton collaboration ‘n’ all.

lousy with sylvianbriar is anticipated October 7th via Polyvinyl Record Co.

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