Loud, dark, heavy guitar emo-rock with lots of screaming, ragged
vocals and moody minor chords, this disc makes the perfect stocking
stuffer for the sensitive flannel-shirt-wearing man in your life. If
you don't have a man in your life, or if you are a man, then I don't
know what to tell you here.
This ain't a happy disc to sit and listen to, but it is extremely well
executed depression. It evokes all sorts of images (well, for me,
anyway) of sipping cheap beer in smoky bars in the middle of winter,
not really wanting to walk home through the cold until it's absolutely
necessary, and not really having anything to go home to in the first
place. (See? I told you it ain't happy.)
The final "track" consists of nothing but looped dial tone, which is
one of the coolest ways I've heard a band end an album since Eno had
the endless loop of crickets chirping on that there vinyl thing he did.
by Holly Day