Pretty neat. A pair of vaguely ethereal and halting tunes that bring to mind Lungfish, in that they kind of find a groove and explore it, expanding on its texture and depth. The vocalist here is very atonal—just this guy rasping and shouting himself hoarse—but it totally works. (Except that I think the refrain he’s singing in “When the Barn Caves In” is “I have no portion control,” which he sings so frequently that it begins to sound a little silly.) Still, this an odd little 7” that totally works. I’ve heard about these guys for some time; after this record, I’ll be looking into their catalog.
–Keith Rosson (Iron Pier)