Greg Gonzalez’s Cigarettes After Sex have gone soft focus with their second album Cry. A natural continuation from their self-titled debut, this cinematic turn moves their post-coital pop from Manhattan to Mallorca; fucking to love-making. To the casual listener, the new Cigarettes After Sex album might not sound too different from the ambient first. There’s the gentle up and down slide of the ever-present bass guitar, the finger-picked pentatonic of the guitar and the sweet crooning of Gonzalez’s androgynous voice, all set in that aural world reminiscent of an echoing fire escape. Spend enough time with each though, and you’ll hear that plenty of anxiety and spite has been stripped away, le... [Read more]