You can tell this magazine is run by a bunch of squares ‘cos every time they get any drug music, they send it to me. Sure I love drugs, and I love some drug music, but don’t send every record made by a bunch of longhaired twerps who have just discovered LSD. Impossible, weird, fuzzed-out, shape-shifting noise from Cleveland. I dunno—some of the weirder Hozac, navel gazing Pavement maybe? It’s psychedelic in an indie rock way, all shimmer and fuzz. You know if you dig this. Get high. Grow your hair… fuck it. I think this shit’s got no soul. I still love drugs.
–Tim Brooks (Tolmie Terrapin, tolmieterrapinpress.blogspot.com)