[ keepin' the recycleables comin' ]

I wasn’t as happy with this review for the new M83 album as I’d like to be. While it’s pretty insightful and decent about its prose, I shoehorned it into an unkind, reactionary stance, and didn’t have the time (or courage) to recast it in a more satisfying way. It’s a problem reviewing albums by bands that I’ve already decided to love: such loyalties, in the context of would-be journalism, inspires a compensatory sternness.

With that qualification, more stopgap content!