Dumbfounding and deafening.
There’s No God Here.
A psych-rock haunt.
Newer adventures in hi-fi.
The cleanest they’ve been.
Coming down the mountain.
Shades of hippiedom.
Wall of sound.
Swampy grooves and glimmering heights.
Someone to dance you home.
Times new Washingtonian.
If it feels good, rock out.
Stepping and walking back into your stereo.
The medium is the message.
Pony up!
How heavy, this album.
Like the Postal Service on ster…oh, forget it.
Compilation number six, still not bad.
Bloodthirsty kittens…oh, and dub-metal.
Making more brilliant mistakes.
