From the very first song, Perfume Genius’s new album, No Shape, feels like getting caught in a thunderstorm. It starts off with just a few drops of delicate piano notes and a shift in the air pressure to a hymn-like hum. Then the sky breaks open for a boundless orchestral downpour.
It’s the kind of thunderstorm that you want to stand in, arms open to the heavens, without a hint of shame. And the album only gets better from there.