A wickedly vomitous example of what happens when some wretched weanlings mix art and algebra and try to pass it off as music. At its best it sounded a little like Jethro Tull at their turgid, pretentious worst. Absolute rot. What did I ever do to deserve having to listen to this? If this is “punk,” can Razorcake stop being a punk zine? Please?
–aphid (Broken Hill)