Album Notes

The songs are tightly wound nailbombs of rapidly shifting meters, clanging rhythms, and mathtacular start/stop passages designed for maximum sensory damage. Sanford’s vocals are secondary, it seems, to the grotesque clatter surrounding them—he whispers and growls squarely in the middle of the mix, perfectly content to let the pummeling grooves overwhelm his Dadaist lyrics. As such, the songs have little overt melodic content, but pretty melodies and pop sensibility are clearly beside the point when you’re working in the same destructive tradition as fellow New England weirdos Lightning Bolt and Zealous Fuel.