Actress once described his music as "R&B concrète," and something similar could be said of Plastic. Its looping worlds-in-miniature have little drama or development. The slight, gorgeous "Rassera" and "Konishi Polis" resemble
Plastic features Pascäal's best and most distinctive music yet. These reference points suggest an album weighed down by musical history, but it's really very light on the ears. It's security blanket music, warm and comforting and cut off from the outside world. The most memorable moments are the sweetest, like the melting-butter pads on "牛," or the brief, coddled "Cat's Eye."
But as with Actress's best productions, sweetness isn't the whole story. Tracks like "888," with its smeared, surreptitious arps, or the strangely tense "Windows, Doorways," appear simple, but they have puzzling emotional facets that require deeper examination. Scratch away at the music's fuzzy surfaces and you'll find something cooler and harder underneath.