There's a reason as to why their other album isn't yet listed here; it's a terrible fiasco that cost Pist.On their career as a result of it having such lousy production, and being nothing like what Henry Font or Val.Ium had stated that it was going to be. Where this album sounded like the child of Type O Negative and My Bloody Valentine with the lyrics of The Smiths, $ell.Out came across as a generic parody of popular music. It did not age well; within a few years, it sounded like a mixture of horrible bands from the early-to-mid 2000s.
There is far more to be said about Pist.On's debut album than what anyone has let out in any review. A work that bears ugly, sickening cover art to fool whoever it can into forming an opinion based on what they might first catch of it, but upon hearing what thrives behind that introductory artwork, catches the listener by total surprise. This is a risk in itself—and judging by the quality of Pist.On's work, one that seems to have been taken with the potential consequences being understood, and kept in mind.