Listening to this album is like taking a musical field trip lead by some bi-polar, schizophrenic, fourteen-year-old songwriting genius. The music is scribbly, scratchy pop punk that is octane-fueled with lots of noise and dynamics. Underneath a wall of onslaughting voices are some spastic melodies that perfectly frame the personal reveries. All the tracks feel like they have typical pop structures but they never play out quite as expected. It’s a crazy ride, but if you haven’t heard The Max Levine Ensemble getting this record is a trip worth taking.
–N.L. Dewart (No Breaks)