You know that scene in High Fidelity where John Cusack catches those thrasher punks stealing stuff, and its all like, Sigue Sigue Sputnik or whatever? Okay, now pretend it was Yo La Tengo and Tristeza records. Then at the end when the party’s bumping and they finally play, it’s just horribly boring shoegaze not nearly as good as the aforementioned bands. You find yourself skipping ahead to the part where Cusack (aka Nick Hornby) wraps up his defense of mediocrity as love, but you just can’t get there. You watch in bored horror for a minute at a time then skip ahead, but never get to it, not even a single lyric. It’s like that, and it took them two years to record it.
–Rene Navarro (Expel)