Arrive for the eye candy, and don't forget to stay for Jon Chang's passionate screams and the discordant musicianship on Longhena. Like a howling beast shooting itself up with LSD, this album just won't give up with the material at hand; GridLink do whatever's necessary to have the listeners blown to smithereens.
Gridlink outdoes themselves (yes, even more than usual) with mixed results. This feels like
an unfortunate attempt at a swan song, finding the band grasping after everything they've
ever done and jamming it into one package while injecting some melodrama and melody into its
veins. It's a sign of how Gridlink probably lost their direction over the years, but it's
still very tantalizing at times. Farewell, Gridlink. You had a solid run.