Much like a club night, you expect to hear the envelope pushed in only to be rewarded with 80:s anthems once the DJ:s run out of tricks, Leandra don't seem to be able to hold up for an entire album. There's a lot of filler on here, six tracks would have sufficed but the ten we are made to slough through deaden the pulse. Many will say that Leandra are romantic and elegant; I call it ponderous and overdone. Too much time has been spent on polishing ill advised tunes and not enough effort put into actually injecting some life into the proceedings. This thing just drains the life out of my ears.
Better luck next time and lose the kung-fu bandana will you?
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