Here’s a tough one to put your finger on, it’s a shifter and shaper. Yelping, deranged strumming and a highly malleable sense of rhythm all treated to garbage can acoustics. This is music that simply refuses to sit comfortably in your record collection which is a compliment of the highest order, despite how it sounds. The flow of it is all sorta voyeuristic, like snapshots into a living room exorcism. Either that or these guys are about to get kicked out of the campground for ruining some kumbaya moments in their radius. I guess you could most aptly describe the contents of this record as expressionistic avant-rock ooze, but any review feels like a spoiler really (sorry), probably better off entering with no expectation for maximum tumult.-joe in CL6