“Triangles are my favourite shape,” sings the dude in a band whose name is a triangle. No shit. Tessellate features an enticing percussive grind, but everything about Alt-J just seems pretentious to a point beyond parody – like a boardroom construct catered to be consumed and spat out by the UK hype machine. I’m convinced that the croon of “let’s tessellate” isn’t a metaphor for fucking, just a request to neatly arrange some triangles. Dude loves triangles.
Alt-J (∆) – Tessellate
