Picking up where Slint and Rodan left off, but in their own emotional, aggressive, thoughtful way, June Of 44 create a desperate, sneering atmosphere on their first album, with spoken/shouted/lowly-sung vocals, chugging math-rock drumming, funky bass lines, and spindly guitars; a less depressing and more progressive Spiderland, at times. The songs themselves are expansive, spreading out plenty of ideas throughout, with many impressive, different sounds present being refined on later albums: the soft, death jazz of "I Get My Kicks For You"; the whispered storytelling over fractured wasteland guitars in "Mooch"; the breakneck, funky post-punk of "June Miller". And tell me "Sink Is Busted" doesn't lay the groundwork down for what they would approach on Anahata.
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