Reviewed by Eric Saeger
This smarmy experimental effort sews together patches of swamp-goth, gloom-prog, chamber-pop and baroque, covers it with un-pro, barely tolerable Ben Gibbard-influenced vocals that make it seem a lot less earnest an effort than it may be, and sort of wanders around like a stoned college kid at a jock bar trying to spook himself with various quiet-loud-quiet Tom Waits-isms. Although there’s some serious orchestration on here, it fails to sell me that it wants to do anything more than get laid by the table of google-eyed chicks, or worse, sit in its room laughing about “Hey, someone else actually reviewed our piece of crap EP and graded it a C-minus even though it deserves an F for all the real intelligence we put into it! Let’s celebrate by buzzing some street bums in dad’s Mercedes!”
Grade: C-
Audio sample here
