These guys throw in a lotta different stuff into the musical bouillabaisse they serve up here—some stoner rock, some off-kilter artsy noise stuff, the occasional Tom Waits rasp during quieter passages—resulting in something that, while it ain’t really my first choice off the menu, makes for an interesting flavor amongst less unique dishes. Restated without all the metaphorical nonsense: This ain’t something that’ll get much air time on my car stereo, but I really like that they ain’t afraid to fuck with conventions and expectations.
–jimmy (translationloss.com)