Fucked-up sing-a-longs for the late ‘90s Gainesville house show in your mind. Each band supplies two songs of pissed-off, let down, turmoil-fueled tunes. Unfun sound like the vocals are being recorded through a payphone, possibly from a holding cell in County. Stymie are a tad cleaner, with hotter licks, and try their hardest to disguise the anxiety with a little more of a pop element. This split is definitely worth tracking down.
–Daryl Gussin (ADD)