Screechy, yelly, discombobulated, skronky, hyperactive, arty stuff that has a song named after jazz percussionist Max Roach. Personally, I like a bit more cohesion and narrative in my music, but if you like being inside of an orchestrated car wreck as it happens—think along the lines of the Peppermints, Kreamy ‘Lectric Santa, or the most succinct Bongwater and Sun Ra—then this may just be your type of homemade-chemical poison/freakout. My favorite track has some nice banjo work on it. I’ve never really been able to get into music that sounds like intergalactic beings making squeaky balloon animals. Your mileage may greatly vary.