Seattle quartet Pleasurecraft's full-length debut drifts down the stainless steel escalator from the Aluminum Group mezzanine, before drilling "Fixation"'s arch porcelain visage onto the burbling and more steely electro frame of "Simplicity." This open establishes Lost Patterns' dynamic, as Pleasurecraft continues playing tense, live guitar lines off the clean lines and glimmer of synthesizers. To that end, "Save My Breath" sounds like the Killers covering Magnetic Fields. "Without a Sound" introduces an acoustic guitar before bringing in blurry synths and triggered percussion -- it's a solid approximation of English melancholy at the end of the 1980s -- and "Matters Not Gray" infuses the tail end of Patterns with some percolating adrenalin. It's still well-groomed. But discerning a tangible rhythm through the album's fog of silvery politeness is really nice. Pleasurecraft are perfectly-named. Their music is like the world's most efficient waiter -- there when you need something, attentive when you don't, and constantly, unflappably cool.
AllMusic Review by Johnny Loftus