We Were Promised Jetpacks find the patterns in static and draw out the soothing comfort of repetition. Brooding through the storm and the stress, each subtle shift in inflection adds another layer of meaning as centuries of sediment coalesce into four minutes. This is pop music. This is pop music.
Reminds us of: a Konica Minolta Bizhub Di3510 | New Day Rising | Frank Black’s spastic energy