Juliana Paciulli
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rock/pop
What's more obnoxiously pretentious than convoluted conceptual rock-opera backstories? Convoluted conceptual backstories you don't bother to explain to anybody. Arty L.A. upstarts Fol Chen seem to be attempting some kind of next-level mindfunk with their shadowy non-identities, fugly cover art and inscrutable dystopian liner-note letters. But I've got a better idea: Ignore it and just listen to their glammy, genre-jumping indie-disco funk-pop instead. It's twitchy and catchy and the dime-a-dozen Prince/Bowie comparisons are surprisingly relevant. Plus you can usually dance to it.


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