Oneohtrix Point Never
Garden of Delete

Daniel Lopatin must have lost his mind to produce this new work. Ugly, truly ugly, ugly without plausible explanations.

Musical structures that conceptually unite the Commodore 64 with my drunk neighbor playing with a music-making program.

A soundtrack for a fantasy video game, the sheet music version of Flash Gordon, the movie. Progressions that smell stale, of pimple creams. Sudden melodic openings like a commercial ad forcibly combined with overused rhythms. A return to musical future. A poorly executed memory game trying to embrace new sound paths, completely missing the target.

Perhaps the search for a new route to electronic pop. Perhaps a new study, the desire to try everything together, like a pastry chef in the mad search to create the perfect cake by throwing in as many ingredients as possible, losing sight of the final outcome.

Maybe it's a conceptual album, one of those that in words are also interesting but then you listen to them and they make you sick.

I had the disturbing image for a few seconds of a being with the features between a Giovanni Allevi on ecstasy and Bob Sinclar.

Daniel Lopatin, your previous albums were beautiful, I liked them. The absurd thing is that this album might also be liked.

A big misstep. Like stepping on dog poop at the beach.