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It's cosmic music with an earthy tone, slowly ricocheting between the stars and the ground, recalling similarly minded souls such as Acid Mothers Temple , Spacemen 3 , Popol Vuh , and Guru Guru.

Wild Strawberries has distinct parts, becoming looser and more rock-focused at the beginning, with deeper experimentation in its back half. The transition from the jammy title track, built on a twinkly organ drone pricked with guitar solos, to the closing "White Adder's Tongue"—all bare husks of sound, slowly uncoiling drones, and a purposefully dysfunctional loop that envelopes half of its minute duration—highlights the band's breadth.

Loose ends fray at the seams of these songs, sometimes to their detriment, when the players don't appear to have a good sense of where they're heading. Read the review. The Worst Album Covers of Photos: Pitchfork Music Festival Pitchfork Music Festival Albums of the Year: Honorable Mention. Albums of the Year: Honorable Mention We kick off our look at the year's best albums with 20 also-rans.

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With its prominent vocals and clear song structure, it suggested that McCartney and Youth were headed in a new direction. In keeping with this fresh approach, the duo also decided that it was time to step out from behind the curtain and begin talking about the Fireman and their new record, Electric Arguments. Likewise, "The Body Descends" is a near-epic at five minutes, growing from quiet piano chords to Infinity Crush's Caroline White singing along with Ray, her voice melding with his as as viola swells with the drums to create a pristine piece of ballroom pop.

But then something like "Snow Day," which is built around an off-kilter drum machine and near-random keyboard notes, draws just as much from the production work Ray does under his Ricky Eat Acid moniker.

This quiet experimental runs throughout the album and binds everything together, even at its extremes.