Never Stop explodes into a powerful opener clasping giant barrel rolls decorated with sprays of sprinkled sparkling needles combing into an ocean of sound like wind through the shutters of an open window. This delicious assortment of originals is for the long awaiting fans of Bad Plus originality. Beats simmer in a melting pot of glorious full architecture and round out like rolling pins even when sporatic clammering takes hold. Basslines flutter not far behind, along tiny in-betweens like a young dog teething on a cold metal pipe, getting its tongue stuck only to warm it with its breath and bring it back in its mouth. Lowered black and white notes tackle strong song structure building windowless towers with sandy bottoms, melting organic stacks of science with hot breezes, pulling back the sheets to reveal raw orchestral power, leaving tiny fire rings in the skins of competitive marchers. Never Stop flattens eagles in a wake of hydrolic solutions, developing and curing disease with every note, like the twisted wreckage of a battle barge, furnishing homes for new life. It saturates piles of leftover meats and devours every inch of fat, sifting through bowls of fish eyes for marbles. On stretched "People Like You," you'll find a place to nestle your head and neck, while your body just hangs lifeless and boneless in a large room with no floor. Worth the wait, "2P.M." mixes things up like odd animals crawling upstairs and down, while pubic bones shift galloping around short stables tripping over the ends of magnificent fences and taking every day of the week back. "Super America" offers a glad retreat covered in two-step overtones, but rot with personal attacks, ending a fine meal, powdered with special moments and memorable flavor.
If I were a rewarding god, and I just might be, I'd wake my followers with Bad Plus cereal and send them to bed with Bad Plus tea. I'd take an ad out in every paper offering 10 ways to save the planet and this album would be listed as number 4. I'd make cardboard cutouts of each member and place them on every street corner. I'd make every song into a halloween costume and make halloween ten days long. Most of all, I'd let everyone that listens to it, live longer....but that will probably happen anyway.
-David A Kurtz
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