The record has a kind of strange outsider art beauty about it that’s welcoming and inviting in its eccentricity. Big buoyant rhythms humming about streaks of strange nocturnal neon splendor. The Stars’ spaced-out soul mingling casually with their earnest and lo-fi approach to highlife garage rock . . .
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