Theatrical bagginess swinging from the chandeliers on a potent brew of wired eccentricity played out by court jesters firing off amplification. ‘Grass’ is still a select, anything-goes moment playing at Prince Charming, with vocalist Avey Tare, something or someone monkeying around inside him to produce both face-scrunching rock star animation and anguish, becoming a mythical bedtime storyteller on ‘Flesh Canoe’. Unpredictably yet typically, progressive campfire shudders (‘Banshee Beat’) and ethereal, wall-of-sound requiems (the metal-harped ‘Bees’) are only a flicked switch away from their sprite-manned, psych-folk loop-the-loops. ‘Feels’ warrants repeated listens on ‘what they gonna do next?’ factor alone.
3 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Matt Oliver