Abstract, psychedelic post-punk damage situated in the land of Gong, Thee Homosexuals, Rat Columns, and Swell Maps. Truthfully, this is too good and too smart to be easily categorized and filed away. So, just ignore that opening line. Think of that as a way of luring you into their world; one where usual song structures are thrown out and replaced by trance-inducing droning, strumming, and rhythmic time keeping that’s effective and unobtrusive. This is the kind of music you stop all else and just listen to. There’s a lot going on, and it’s all worth making the time for and getting familiar with. I think the whole year-end best-of lists are shit, but if I was to ever keep one, this record would be in the upper portion, and possibly at the tippy top. Treat yourself right and get this. 

 –M.Avrg (Smart Guy,