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 Youth Lagoon is the outlet of Boise, Idaho's Trevor Powers' most personal hopes and fears, which he sets to dreamy yet tenacious lo-fi pop. Powers posted his first Youth Lagoon song online in May 2011, sparking buzz that resulted in a deal with Fat Possum Records. His first album, The Year of Hibernation, dealt with psychological dysphoria and arrived that September. The more expansive Wondrous Bughouse, which drew comparisons to vintage Pink Floyd and the Flaming Lips and revolves around "the struggle between the physical and the spiritual world," was released in March 2013. Powers' third studio long-player, Savage Hills Ballroom, dropped in 2015. Recorded in Bristol, England with producer Ali Chant (Perfume Genius, Giant Sand, Gravenhurst), who wisely removes the safety net of cumbrous vocal reverb that has served as the vessel with which Powers has been delivering his falsetto-led laments to the myriad pains of youth since his 2011 debut, the ten-track set is Youth Lagoon's most cohesive and mesmerizing to date. Powers' distinctive voice, a reedy, untamed amalgam of Flaming Lips frontman Wayne Coyne and Danielson Famile patriarch Daniel Smith, is left mostly untouched effects-wise throughout, and that sonic austerity lends an air of immediacy to the proceedings that has eluded prior outings. Opener "Officer Telephone" treads familiar ground initially, pairing Powers' cryptic prose with a simple keyboard chord progression and a distant hi-hat, but a propulsive midsection yields a surprisingly breakbeat-heavy finale. Elsewhere, the languid "Highway Patrol Stun Gun" impresses with its pure melancholy sunset pop acumen, the meaty single "The Knower" finds Powers boldly wrestling with the dualities of the social media shame/validation cycle, and the soaring "Rotten Human," a hook-filled, pugilistic blast of hard truths and cruel ironies, finds him at his most vocally commanding and affecting. With Savage Hills Ballroom Powers has expanded the Youth Lagoon sound without losing any of the intimacy of his bedroom pop beginnings. He's still transmitting directly from the vagus nerve, and the anxiety behind each track is palpable, but it's madness delivered with a confectioner's touch. More info
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