Canadian artist Micheal Rault has nailed that rock’n’soul sound. It’s like if No Bunny made a record with James Brown, but on Quaaludes. In a similar vein of bands like T. Rex, Rault plays this mix of psych and garage—with tons of pedals and fuzz—while still coloring outside the lines. It’s maybe more of a “gum shoe gaze” in the sense that he’s imploring experimental rock. This is the first time I’ve reviewed an album that has also been discussed by Pitchfork and Spin, which is weird to me. Not quite on that major label tip yet, but it sounds like the suits are listening. I could easily see this being the soundtrack to the next Juno-type indie film that blows up.
–Kayla Greet (Burger, burgerrecords.com)