You'd think that with a name like Sex Worker, you're headed toward some dull, skanky, deep bass dance grub. Maybe if you play this album backwards,
that's what you get.
We're not complaining. Seems like a week can't go by without some new Not Not Fun opus dribbling out from the west coast label, aimed at bleeding our brains of logical thought processes and launching us into galaxies where laws are read backwards and progress is measured in long, untethering tracks of psychedelia muttered through interstellar Ham radios.
This week it comes by way of slow-boiled loops and synth warbling that build towards wordless rantings best quantified as the dark prayers meant to do battle with Molly Siegel of Ponytail's joyful gibberish. The Labor Of Love is three tracks and thirty minutes of reflection pools and hidden mirrors.
Buy the record here.
