The Unicorns' music would be as easy to dismiss as the rest of the package if it weren't so beguiling. On first listen, it sounds like these guys are dilettantes, a couple of bozos trying to make a mockery of our sacred independent pop music. It doesn't take long to recognize the craft, however mangled, of Ginger and Diamonds' melted symphonies and sci-fi freakouts. Old analog keyboards make up the base of most songs, giving them a retro accessibility while paving a path for the inevitable deconstruction and mutilation of forms and melodies. This is a band that doesn't want to revive pop music but wants to exhume its body and bang on its rib cage like a pawnshop marimba. Your ears will buzz, your heart will palpitate, and you'll start to think that you, too, can make music like this. Good luck.
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