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Murky Disco, Minimal Techno And Subterranean Dance-Pop Are Further Mined By Dears Bottom-Of-A-Manhole Vocals, The Dark-Side Progtronica Of Get The Rhyme Right And The Space-Carnival Chirrup Of Her Fantasy Bound Together By Queasy Unease. Mojo

Infectious Pop That Crackles With Pure Melancholy. The Michigan-Based Singer Has Been Around A While, But His Latest Album May Well See Him Break Into The Mainstream. The Independent

At Once Incredibly Forward-Looking And Reassuringly Familiar A Hard Trick To Pull Off In Itself Beams Will Feel Like An Album Youve Already Spent A Lifetime With, And Can Only Cement Dears Reputation As One Of The Finest Songwriters In Modern Electronic Music. Skinny

Proves That Electronic Producers Who Refuse To Be Typecast Are The Ones Who Keep The Music Exciting. Wire

Like Bowie Doing Blissed Out, Undulating Space Disco. The Times

Recorded in Dears home studio and mixed at Nicolas Vernhes Rare Book Room studios in Brooklyn, Beams evokes a day-lit dreamworld at once strange and familiar. While the albums dancefloor-ready tempos, major keys, and sun-warmed synths signal Beams as the lighter, brighter response to its predecessor, closer inspection reveals a squirming mass of oddball details. Dears latest productions on Beams creak and groan like anxious organisms, with slivers of guitar, electric bass, and drum kit darting in and out among the synths and samples.

Beams is the latest transmission from one of pop musics most fascinating creative minds.