Here's the album that answers the burning question "what would have happened if Al Stewart had fronted Roxy Music?" Before Kaputt, I thought of Dan Bejar as the other songwriter in The New Pornographers, the one who crafted the inscrutable tunes with the off-kilter rhythms and made confounding records on his own. A few years back, when Destroyer's Rubies was released to critical huzzahs, I went in search of its magic but came away frustrated by the labyrinthine songs. Kaputt solves my Destroyer problem by coating the harsh medicine in the sugar of early 80s romantic pop, and the result is strangely and completely satisfying, an album that stands outside of time.
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