Psychologists suggest that continual encounters with novelty can make time go slower. Try it out on the third album from these stylistic magpies. It spans only half an hour – a fraction of the California duo’s last sprawling effort – but it’s near perpetual motion. Animated by a game 40-piece symphony orchestra, Hang filters the glam maximalism of the 70s – heavy on Bowie, Reed and Rundgren – through a digital attention span. A phenomenal range of styles are lovingly spliced together, from funk to folk, but sweet melodies and sheer musicality make this an invigorating blast rather than an exasperating drag. Only woolly lyrics stop the album achieving the sharp quality of its influences.
