Part Time

Captivating bedroom pop with a karaoke video/soft haze filter on it
that collapses the textural dimensions of music to an appealing, shiny
finish. The music of Part Time owes a debt to ‘80s movie scores, neon
lights, fog machines and nightlife, a generous sampling of New Romance
in a post-capitalist world, its heart going out to everyone who hasn’t
abandoned their silk shirts in favor of more practical attire. The
home studio shell and canned dynamics of Part Time quickly dissolve to
reveal some serious jammers in the midst, the image of a man pouring
his heart out into the psychotropic fronds of the lounge at the
Venusian Holiday Inn. Pour yourself a yard of liquid acid and float
along.