January 16th, 2012
At first glance, LAL is a melancholic, enthusiastically drained version of The XX. The overall lack of instrumentation draws on how much better her vocals could have been presented, if only they weren’t solely accompanied by tribal drums rolls and the occasional hand clap. From there on in, I’d love to profess that the album blossoms into an outstanding masterpiece to be honoured forever more, and put on the plaque with Beethoven’s 5th and Bohemian Rhapsody. Unfortunately, that would be a defiant lie.