Rating:

Paradoxically, my main criticism with Darker My Love’s self-titled album is also my main compliment. The album is hypnotically beautiful, but the layered, droning songs bleed together into a 40-minute fuzz-fest that struggles to avoid becoming stagnant. Lush vocal harmonies crawl out of the mist and add to the psychedelic vibe, but despite the theft of the Summer of Love’s color pallet, Darker My Love paint a unique (if somewhat boring) picture. I say somewhat boring because they’re constantly rescuing you from themselves, the pop nature of their sound keeping you from being lulled to sleep by the hypnotic nature of their sound. Taken in small bits the material is more redeeming, so mixtapes are the perfect home for Darker My Love’s lush, Dream Pop-esque take on the 60s. Like Wolfmother’s self-titled album, Darker My Love displays a sort of reverse synergy, invoking that old cliche that there is such a think as too much of a good thing, especially if that “good thing” is throwback rock.

1. Opening
2. What's A Mans Paris
3. Helium Heels
4. Post Mortem, Post Boredom
5. Wake
6. Fall
7. Hello Traveler
8. Claws & Paws
9. Catch
10. People
11. I Feel Fine
12. Summer Is Here

– Quinton

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