Hm, the note accompanying this one mentions everyone from the Melvins to Angel Hair and I was hoping against all hope that, in the year of our lord 2010, someone had FINALLY seen fit to start sounding like Gasp. Destined to ever be disappointed this wasn’t quite the case, though, and instead I get a fistful of gobbledegook tracks with some seriously high-pitched shrieks and squeals (think: Carlisle or first 7″ Spirit Of Versailles) over lunatic rhythms and disjointed guitar spasms. Going by the scattershot lyrics, philosophical references and the fact that they namecheck the likes of John Cage and Brion Gysin you can see some fairly high falutin’ ideas are at play, but for all the deep thought and big words these guys remain essentially an ok-ish screamo band who’ve yet to hone their art to the point it complements their grand schemes and notions. Now, where’d I leave those Usurp Synapse 7″s?
