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Jul 7, 2020Pure Luxury’s strengths issue from the way it commits wholeheartedly to a brash sonic blueprint, the unremittingly sleek surface polish sharpening its underlying social commentary - Lovett’s songwriting at its most multi-layered.
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Aug 18, 2020Despite so many danceable club bangers, the album remains full of emotion, Lovett arguably becoming more vulnerable going down the tracklist.
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Jul 13, 2020His first set of songs about the real world instead of sci-fi-inspired concepts -- when everyday life is as fraught as it was in the late 2010s and early 2020s, there's no need to rely on dystopian fantasies. These differences make Pure Luxury much more immediate, and immediately relevant, than Lovett's other albums.
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Jul 9, 2020Transforming troubles into huge disco-pop bangers, these may be difficult times, but NZCA LINES will be throwing the greatest party ever nonetheless.
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MojoJul 7, 2020A-grade pop songwriting. [Aug 2020, p.94]
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Q MagazineJul 7, 2020Often ludicrous, Pure Luxury is a brilliant escape. [Aug 2020, p.108]
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Jul 7, 2020The album might be inspired by grey and harsh reality, but it doesn’t go the obvious route with slow-burn and somber-toned tracks. Instead, ‘Pure Luxury’ still remains anthemic and rave-worthy with its vibrant rhythms—the tracks just happen to have deep lyrics.
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UncutJul 16, 2020Lovett has gone (partly) socio-political with his third. [Sep 2020, p.35]
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Jul 9, 2020His third album Pure Luxury is busy yet balanced, drawing from a diverse and sensual set of influences.
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Jul 7, 2020The tracks are brighter, bolder and more immediate than anything he’s done before and thematically they aim higher also.
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Jul 14, 2020The album is the sort of ridiculous over-commitment to a style that is appealing and fun to hear, even if it's not great.
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Jul 7, 2020The lyrics to the album’s title track might undercut the fantasy of a luxe life, but the music is all opulence. Disco strings scythe; backing vocals dissolve into spatially aware stereo pans. Everything is buttery; only once does Lovett jump the shark, on Opening Night’s space-prog-funk solo.