Until the Quiet Comes is the record to date we’ll most likely crown Flying Lotus's masterpiece.
So organic, rich, jazzy, and wonderfully cohesive as an album that I'd made my through it twice last night without even realising. Absolutely captivating stuff from Mr Ellison.
I don't like using that term, but it fits perfectly here.
Excitable, wanky tosh. Who pays you for writing like this...
Finally. Thanks wonton.
In truth of course it's not that bad. I'm just struggling to make more detailed analysis of the record for now, It still washes over me a tiny bit.
It's ridiculously moreish
Low End Theory wasn't established by Flying Lotus.
Love I love it love, not as instantly as I loved cosmogramma but equally in time.