I wrote this article
on The Present Lover
quite a while ago but I still agree with most of it now (although I regret not talking about the grain of the vocals more, and I'm glad the Lacan reference is as light as it is 'cos it's pretty dicky). I put the album on yesterday and was suddenly very, very glad that I made it my no. 1 choice over Basement Jaxx in the Village Voice album poll. Kish Kash
is great obv, but the shivery poignant joy that overtakes me so frequently with the Luomo album is, as a purely personal reaction, quite unbeatable.