After a sterling EP, these Cleveland mongoloids return with twelve black inches of musical fuckery. Never straight forward, or typical. Instead, they go to outer realms, make some noise, use children’s instruments for color, assault the senses with hyper tempos, discordant breaks, odes to ice machines, and more. Not for the meek.
–M.Avrg (Fashionable Idiots, fashionableidiots.com)