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will wiesenfeld connects the dots between the sun-drenched haze of glo-fi torchbearers (washed out, toro y moi) and the woozy beat math that lights the spliffs of los angeles' brainfeeder collective (flying lotus, the gaslamp killer). baths excels at crafting thick, living compositions that, while dense, never sound needlessly busy. to this end he employs guitars, bass, various keys, snapping scissors, clicking pens, rustling blankets and more. on record, these sounds lose their origins, congealing into roiling melodic tracks like 'hall' and 'plea,' or delivering something stormy and ebullient, like late-album standout 'you're my excuse to travel.' in either case, 'cerulean' handily portrays baths as a vital new talent unbound by genre and spurred on by song.
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