The musician in me says, “Jeezly crow, these guys can play the fuck outta their instruments.” All sortsa noodling, time signature changes, dynamics and such are smooshed into every song. The punker in me says, “Jeezly crow, I wish there was some fuggin’ ‘edge’ to their delivery.” I kept expecting the songs to build and then kick into overdrive, but that sadly never happened. In the end, I felt pretty much the same way I do about most prog rock: impressive playin’, but the end result makes me drift off in contemplation of my shoes and their place in the universe.
–jimmy (Dischord)