
Well this is an unusual one. After dozens of listens to this debut LP by Brooklyn-based experimental collective Conveyor I'm none the wiser as to what they're about or quite what to make of the album. It's without question interesting, at times fun, at times baffling and occasionally forgettable. Their quest for innovation leads to odd time signatures, unconventional structures and a soup of ideas and influences. Their background in Florida shines through in the summery, tropical tang that flavours much of the album, akin to Vampire Weekend's less bookish, slightly psychotic older brother. Another [...]