Four songs of raw and rudimentary slowcore, scribbled all over with creepy reverb and feedback and delivered with a warped humor that banishes all preciousness. This is from a 2009 recording session, and I’m interested to hear what this band has done since. Are they still this visceral and dark? Think of this record as the ugly freshwater fish nibbling at Will Oldham’s toes while he floats in that quarry, taking Slint’s picture for the cover of Spiderland.
–CT Terry (sweatersandpearls.com)