If Titus Andronicus cranked up the Bright Eyes, you’d have this tape. Bleated vocals, indie genre-hopping, parts that don’t go together, times where you think the song ended but then it comes back in after a pause for dramatic affect. And the packaging is cumbersome and boutiquey. Who in their right mind prints each song’s lyrics on its own business card and ties them to the cassette case with yarn, along with a different-sized card that has the recording info? Uuugh.
–CT Terry (curlycassettes.com)