Luluc - Sculptor

The Guardian 80

Sub Pop

What feels like the emotional conclusion of Luluc’s third album comes halfway through, on Cambridge. “I guess we’re living proof / There are other roads open to me and you,” Zoë Randell sings, “And as I took to the stage and that dark room waiting to come alive / I thought of that light in your eyes, fuck yeah, and I held my head up high.” Before and after Cambridge, Sculptor seems like an album of dissatisfaction, of being caught in a life and a place that’s not right.

Sometimes the displacement is that of the small-town adolescent, as on Kids, fretting about “those bored police / Who follow you on the street”.

Pitchfork 48

On their third record, the indie-folk duo celebrate choices but settle on none.