Loud, raucous, intense, and playfully abrasive. Imagine taking the East Coast indie pop scene of the Eighties and screwing with its head until the output got all manic and ornery...then forcefeed it through a focusing lens until the music became glisteny but still ominous-in-a-friendly-way. The result is an exhilarating and often exhausting journey through different sonic dimensions, each new exposure relentlessly delivering (mostly instrumental) tuneage that entertainingly stands the listener's hair on end.

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