Drenched in reverb, this lo-fi live trip has the feel of a bleary-eyed morning and a struggle to recall the events of the previous evening. Piecing together glimpses of faces and a scan of the vessel, searching for new bumps and abrasions in hopes of a clearer picture emerging, but it never does. At times, the feeling is urgent and purposeful, at others uncertain. Regardless, there is sense of optimism here. Not usually one for trippy, jammy outros, but I’m not mad at this.
–Jackie Rusted (Burger)