The album wanders around in a drowsy, stoned, dream pop daze, sometimes hypnotic and repetitive and at other times beautifully and willfully unfocused. Thankfully I come from the Everett True school of not describing the music except in the vaguest terms and this album plays into my hands as each track would be an essay in it’s own right, the multi-layering of sound textures, the range of ideas that form it’s skewed template, the light and shade that infuses every moment of every song and the string of generic references that it picks up, remoulds and discards, seemingly at a whim. Like most good music if you want it described to you….listen to the damn record, that is what it is there for. All I will say is that you won’t have heard anything quite this simultaneously charming and challenging, chilled yet inspired for a long time, if you have you can bet that it was also from a Jezus Factory related band.
