This is the kind of slightly experimental Schlong/Inbred type stuff that I normally give a mixed review to. But I like this one a lot, even though I don’t really know why. It’s sort of like the musical equivalent of the weighty and rewarding strain of pushing out a big turd. It sounds like it was recorded through a wool scarf—oppressive and warming while being pleasurably scratchy. There’s something addictive to the sound that Truthdealer has; I found myself always slightly mesmerized by this record as if I were watching the Rhythmically Swaying Gorilla playing a cello with a two-by-four.
–Eric Carlson (F&S)