Straightforward, stripped-down, garage-y sound mixed with a bit of art- and math-rock, and really satisfying—sometimes four-track recordings are as refreshing as cold beer on a hot afternoon. This record is ten songs from a ten-year-old, out of print thirty-song demo, and it reminds me of early Invisible Men 7”s, only less trashy, more musically sound, and a bit more avant garde-ish. All in all, there really ain’t much more to say since this is such a what-you-see-is-what-you-get type of record. The chorus of the last song pretty much says it all: “processed sound makes me ill.” Colored vinyl, too.
–Eric Carlson (Wolf Dog)