These cats continue to revel in punk’s arty outlands while managing to keep it all within a “rock” mindframe. They easily stew assorted styles—straight rock here, some strangled surf guitar there, a heap of Jesus Lizardesque skronk-rock for color, some roots for flavor, psychedelic post-punk for a bit of dark sophistication—into something that echoes so many others yet doesn’t sound like another boring retread. When they delve off into extended noise passages it sounds more inevitable than contrived, no small feat. The soundtrack to your next bad acid trip. –Jimmy Alvarado (X!)