Bite-sized servings of vintage Bowie glam-rock combine with brooding instrumental soundscapes to make Low a truly special album.
Songs regularly start with promising grooves then go nowhere. Rhythmic repetition attempts to disguise a very obvious lack of development in ideas.
The album makes for hypnotic listening, bobbling along like a well-mannered German robot. All these years later it still sounds like the future.
Tracks swirl about at a slower pace than in Bicep’s debut. It often feels as though in creating a ‘home version’ they have instead cut out the excitement.
The record takes listeners on a spectacular musical safari, zipping between genres without ever feeling the slightest bit disjointed.