Secondhand rapture

"Musically, their tapestry is an often simple one - like Florence And The Machine stripped down to the bones; vocal excess and blustering grandiosity replaced with a candied softness and velvety warmth to the production. Songs like Bones and the so-good-it-has-to-be-a-single Think Of You are joyous in their own right; but place them in the context of the entire album and each one comes like the ebb and flow of the sea - the string-soaked productions supplementing and building-upon their predecessors until all that remains is one singular, almost frighteningly robust body of work".

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"Ultimately Rapture isn't the only thing that's Secondhand on MS MR's often underwhelming and frustratingly predictable début. "What was a spell / Now feels like a curse," laments Plapinger tellingly as the curtain falls. The hypnotic, bewitching spell spun during Rapture's opening act is sadly broken by a revolving hex of crippling repetition, dearth of invention and inevitable ennui".