Eleanor Friedberger’s solo debut is a loose concept album that’s dense but never overtly rigorous.
Mellow’s name was a lie: Perfect Colors, their second (and seemingly final) album proper, is breathlessly sarcastic.
The music is defined by a few overpowering elements rather than its intelligence or melodic dexterity.
The album goes a long way toward definitively documenting their trippy, ingenious maunderings.
Perhaps solo Pollock can gain the fame that the Delgados never got. She deserves it.
For better and worse, there’s no other band that sounds like the Fiery Furnaces.
Working with their grandmother, Olga Sarantos, the Friedbergers fashion off-kilter vignettes from vivid memories of a life, viewed in nostalgic retrospect.