Though unintended, this is a four-movement solo guitar suite cut in a French studio; it reveals the iconoclastic musician at his most vulnerable. No matter how lean his earlier recordings were, they always bore the signature trace of his physicality. His playing here is sheer, translucent, almost spectral. His phrases are so full of longing, they shift mid syntax to explore new emotional depths.
Pedals fulfills the immense promise of the group's previous recordings, largely dispensing of the derivative synth-pop detours which hampered the preceding Plano to concentrate instead on the lush, darkly romantic, orchestral arrangements distinguishing the band's finest work.