Sean’s latest release should come with a bottle of Exedrin attached to it. It’s a jumble of fucked-up keyboards, jazzed-up powerviolence riffage, and insane drumming time changes that will shatter your skull into a million little pieces if you’re not prepared for it. I swear to god, my stomach makes the same noises as these songs after I’ve eaten at Burger King. Bike Messengers… is far too complicated for me to enjoy. One should have a Ph.D. in mathematics with a focus in chaos theory before attempting to listen to this.