‘Screen Time’ is unnerving. Not in the way of a charged moment, but in a “what’s that sound my 2003 Renault is making and how much is it gonna cost to fix?” way. This record cost me forty minutes that I cannot bargain back. If I was to make a sincere attempt at describing the music, consider acid raindrops falling down a well and stinging the strings of a guitar. In fact, this record doesn’t have the beautiful randomness of nature fuelling it: only vanity masquerading as reflective ambient music. Thurston Moore has been a part of great albums. This one is abysmal.
A favourite: ‘The Dream,’ I suppose.
‘Screen Time’ is out now via @southernlordrecords