Surprisingly, this is not a shoegaze album. It's actually a very rowdy punk-post-punk or whathaveyou display of atmospheric rowdiness and cynicism; another noisy project under Steve Albini's infintely progressive patronage whose core thematic concept runs through the usual topics of anxiety, isolation, self-identity as an artist, and the depression, both personal and inner, as well as from the demand of your peers, family, fans, label etc. But it does so in an aggressively shivering manner, like a spastic morning bird chirping for the cokeheads. Most songs play out as if they were some 70s hard punk opening act, while maintaining the perfectly "now" sense of jadedness.
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