So a song called The (Shit-faced) Memoir either has iceberg-esque hidden depths, or is so freakishly outré that it is clearly and wholly nonsense.
Autosave, on this evidence, must simply like to toy with their audience: the title tricks you into expecting fluff, and so dazzles when we learn it is the exact opposite.
Because The (Shit-faced) Memoir is dense, broad, complex and sincere.
It’s a song displaying adroit technical ability and an honest connection with humanity. The band uses synths as nature intended: gently, unironically, softly.
The song ebbs, flows, doubles back and rebirths without jarring, and as a whole, it retains the heaviness drawn from its lo-fi roots whilst striving for a delicacy and elegance all of its own. Excellently dense/light.