Asher White goes maximalist on Love Aggregates, building heavy doses of orchestral power pop from her bedroom. A fragmentary heartbreak album touching on dysphoria, precarious labor, Jerry Garcia, Citi Bikes, and Flatbush in the snow, it transforms intimate falsettos, arpeggiating guitars, and toy piano melodies into a luminous, redemptive vision of love . . .
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