This may be hitting me completely wrong, but I hear icy hipster art rock, like more time has been spent in their lives shopping for clothes than working on songs. Perhaps it’s the shrill trilling of the vocalist that’s making me squint, and even though I’m sitting in my room listening to this, my first impulse is just to turn around and leave my house. That can’t be good. Maybe it’s the dismantling of Agent Orange’s “Bloodstains” that’s got me all pissy. Three songs.
–todd (Tic Tac Totally)