Before his parenthesised semi-rebrand, the prolific artist formerly known as Alex G had released seven albums of Pavement-influenced lo-fi bedroom indie that, although patchy, had plenty of instances of songwriting gold. Rocket, however, is a disappointment. While there’s an easy-going charm to Proud and Guilty, and galloping instrumental Horse is pleasingly unhinged, for the most part these songs are frustratingly gossamer-light, drifting out of the consciousness almost as soon as they end. Not even the scattershot approach to genre, wherein delicately plucked instrumental Rocket sits alongside the uncompromising hardcore punk stylings of Brick and the pitch-shifted soft-rock of Sportstar, can rescue an album that ultimately sounds curiously disengaged.
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