Not necessarily essential, but darn good anxious, gritty, and lacerating stuff all mixed within a mid tempo “it sounds like it’s coming from the Midwest in the early ‘90s” sound. Throw it all on a heap over some non-yelping Cows, sprinkle in some lonely handclaps, give it some Jesus Lizard rusted abrasions, let a damaged surf guitar (ala the Dead Kennedys’ “Moon Over Marin”) crash against it, and you’ve got something that’s not bad at all.
–todd (X!)