Lightweight stoner pop that feels more like a collection of psych signifiers than a record with any ideas. “Inspiration Point” is decent because they finally ditch some of the clichés. The rest of the LP is a beige hologram—average riffs, tepid out-there sounds, negligible lyrics. Probably chill dudez to hang with and maybe they melt your brain live and so on, but I’m not looking for either one of those things, honestly. I’d rather go to the desert by myself.
–Matt Werts (Let’s Pretend)