Wearing its best arched eyebrow and its finest tailored trouser, Salarymen’s third release is another high-shine jaunt into 60s-inspired art-pop, and it’s another well-crafted piece. The slightly psychotic jaunt of the organ parps around in your mind while the rest of song swirls around in a cloud of suspiciously sweet-smelling smoke, sounding shiny new and classically old all at once. The absolute opposite of disposable consumerism, this is the sort of stuff that’s been built to outlast mere fashion.
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