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The vinyl is bent! Vinyl seems to be bent, when playing you can see that it is not flat at all. Excellent album full of lovely songs, just wish it was longer! Lovely CD, great voice and deserves more publicity. You could say the songs blend into each other, but I actually quite like this feature. One person found this helpful. Nice album for the price it's not bad. Images in this review. Fantastic album!
Great listen. Good music, thank you! Not often that everyone in our household agrees on one album with our varying tastes but this is one we all love.
See all reviews. Views Read Edit View history. Help Learn to edit Community portal Recent changes Upload file. Download as PDF Printable version. Add links. Thinking in Textures Lockjaw Australia  . United Kingdom  . United States  . Japan  . Whatever, it's magnificent. The first three tracks are among the sexiest pieces of beatmaking I've heard in, oh, months.
Chet Faker - the pseudonym of a young Melbourne musician named Nick Murphy - has a way about him; he can keep things low, as in on the down-low. I'm into You reminds me of Herbie Hancock even though it's as modern and thrilling as the Weeknd or James Blake: it's a masculine song about female thighs and eyes and the sound of two hearts placed close together, separated only by ribs and thin skin, the sound of aortic pulsing amplified in a small room, the drums of the night gone now to become eardrums and whispers and warm breath: " … it's hard to tell our beats apart …".
The line I like best in I'm into You - the opening song on Thinking in Textures and a statement of intent in terms of Murphy's carnality - is '' … I can barely hold my tongue, the shit we do can warm the sun …'' A lust song, then, not a love song, although love may be involved. This is the record: sexual, vaguely threatening, imposing, mysterious. Murphy's voice here is stunning. As a singer alone he could work with the world's best beatmakers but he has no need to look for collaborators.
The warm keys and speckled electronic textures are delicate and pulsing but the song is less about falling than being conscious of regrets: naked, lost in love but ashamed of greed and other vices.