Claire Boucher has raised Lana Del Ray-sized hackles among some in the internet community with her dance-y, admittedly slight take on the dream pop sound... but hell, they don't call it dream "pop" for nothing. I'm not sure the genre demands a Cocteau Twins level of arty gravitas from every practitioner out of the gate. Listening to "Oblivion", I don't see a single thing that's any more egregiously vapid than the unapologetic trifle that is the Bear in Heaven track I just posted, do you? Are attractive, wispy waifs of the female persuasion under a greater obligation to bring substance to their roles in pop culture in a way that sweaty, goofy looking rock bros are not?
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