The Floating Points album Promises that got so much attention last year is worse than boring, it's infuriating. Clearly it's pretty light in terms of musical ideas, but that's not a problem in itself (I'll gladly listen to long Morton Feldman or Éliane Radigue recordings). It's an hour long repetition of C minor arpeggios that keep banging back at any attempts to improvise, forcing the soloist to conform to its mechanical insistence on RESOLVING between one C minor arpeggio and a slightly different one, back and forth in a cloying simulation of emotional tension. No wonder Pharaoh plays so little, there's nowhere to go.
And what a waste of resources. If I had access to the strings of the LSO, a grand master avant-garde sax player, and that bucket list of keyboards and synths, I'd put a bit a bit more work into it, I can tell you. Hire an arranger ffs, like Nels Cline did in his attempt at mood music.
It's actually very rare that music annoys me. If I don't like something I'm usually just, Meh! I don't care for it. Moving on. I actively hate this album almost as much as I hate The Joshua Tree. But at least I cannot find fault in U2's competence as a commercial pop group. They do the job, deleiver the goods, despicable as they may be, just like a Merc is a top-shelf product if you're into Teutonic richmobiles, U2 is top-shelf reactionary romantic bombast. But wtf even is Promises? An assembly of hipster style-points.