The music itself sounds warped, as if left out in the sun to melt and turn into the curved licorice pizza of olde. It’s atonal and distinctly uncatchy, purposely. From top to bottom it tries to enlist you in its mixed media schizophrenia. I’m reminded most of Captain Beefheart, but if it was channeled through a modern synthesizer wunderkind like Bobby Birdman. Not for me, but I respect the effort. –Gwen Static (Spared Flesh, sparedflesh.com)