Though the music often suggests a frozen remove, Egedy's voice conveys a need to connect, which smartly reinforces the album's lyrical themes of feeling isolated and disconnected from the physical self.
Thee Physical wants to mosh in the punk club as much as it wants to throw on some lip gloss and hit the town, and it's frustratingly enticing to imagine how the record would have turned out if Egedy had leaned on the gas towards the latter option.
Dubstep's increasingly Americanized impact can be sensed in the bass wobbles of "Black Nails," while trance's long shadow in turn crops up in "Real Is a Feeling." Not to mention the title and feeling of "Trancegender"--but why not go all out, after all?
Thee Physical is music ready for a dance floor (just as much as past Pictureplane releases have been), but it's also a disc that shows growth towards a better ability to blend the synthetic and the organic.