Let's kick off every song with a drunk and brassy honk. Cold Specks' new free-for-all "Absisto" has me convinced. Maybe the appeal is that it helps make her new single an adventurous four and half minutes, less of the rollicking soul-folk that painted I Predict A Graceful Expulsion and touched with a possessed big band and late period Neneh Cherry's loose, inviting atmosphere.
"I don't suffer fools gladly," Al Spx threatens sweetly, the sturdiest structure in a weird forest of light-catching guitar and gentle horns. But she delivers on her words following a mid-song dropout, in a crash of 1000 ride cymbals and waves of haunted distortion. It's the cathartic burst that never comes from her voice, something she's delivered in other songs. Here, she gives her cadre of instruments a chance to match her power, and they deliver.