![]() Buy this album if you hate me, and hate me if you buy this album. At its best, the album isn’t bad, but it’s rarely at its best at its worst, it’s not bad enough to be entertaining. All the songs were written and played by Annabel Alpers, and although I applaud her efforts, I can’t help but find the record indulgent, self-masturbatory and redundant. The instruments are ridiculous in the blandest way possible, and the vocals are as soothing as a fluorescent lamp. Listening to the record is like being stuck in the waiting room of some awful New Age spa, and like the wait I’m envisioning, these songs go on forever. The first thing that struck me about this spiritual electo-psych band with a synth-pop twist was the complete lack of tangible personality. Bachelorette = Enya + Björk – attitude, style
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