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As Motorco begins to brim Oct. 18, Alex G’s opener, ARTHUR, announces: “To all you who just came in, this experimental noise shit is what you get! We already played all our pop songs.”
Can something be gentle and apocalyptic at the same time? (Sandy) Alex G’s latest album, “House of Sugar,” manages to be exactly that. The lo-fi pop and melancholic, Southern Gothic emptiness on “House of Sugar” is hard to place but familiar in a disturbing way — as if you woke up one morning as an alien and saw your own strange limbs for the first time.
“Man is born free, yet everywhere, he is in plastic handcuffs.”
