Last year Bitch Prefect hit their stride with Bad Decisions, a track that parlayed its bleak narrative into an infectious anthem to great effect. Here on drifting, the band jettison any semblance of joy or emotional connection as it nestles into a mind-numbing vacuum. What we get is an uninspiring exercise in reductionism, failing to lift above anything beyond the rudimentary as it meanders through a rather mundane journey through space, reading like an episode of Cosmos hosted by a disinterested three-year-old. Sonically, it’s reminiscent of the chant-like intro to Love’s Laughing Stock, thinned out to the entirety of a song, left begging for that sweet, sweet burst of rollicking pop.
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