Filled with soft drum patterns and guitar plucks and reverbs, Hawk makes his way through the album's eight tracks seamlessly, infusing them with enough verve to keep listeners attentive throughout. "Return to the Pec Deck" threatens to devolve into chaos before becoming a dream-like ode to movies like The Neverending Story that suddenly buzzes out like a mosquito until it peters off softly. Every song is so filled with layers upon layers of loops, drums and guitars that it's impossible to fully grasp their scope at first listen, which makes it a prime album for repeat listens.
Let's Cry and Do Pushups at the Same Time seems to be Wyatt's way of reconciling his vast repertoire of influences and his many interests into one concise package, and on that idea alone, the album is a success. (Mexican Summer)