Crass spoken word bits, mixed with the occasional folky ambience of Defiance, Ohio. I was thinking, “Maybe Surrender has a contender!” Unfortunately, Vacation hug the hardest-to-listen-to bits of their predecessors. They seem philosophically and literarily involved—Baudrilliard, Pynchon, and a whole host of heavy thinkers are invoked—but, I enjoyed reading the lyrics without the music playing much more. That’s bad news for a band. For fans of late-period Fifteen, who really get wet when Jeff Off recites how to clean the syringe before sharing a needle for the duration of a song? I admire the driving ideals, not the execution.