Labels: self released
Review by: Joe Callaghan
Two tracks. Both go from quiet to loud and last about 5 minutes. Both have no vocals. Both could be described Post Rock, but also Post Metal, as they both rock and rock hard a few minutes into the clean chiming crescendo (So, Rock music, then). Both tracks are alright, though instrumental “build-up rock’ is not really my pan of peas. Both tracks boast clear, forthright production, and the dynamic between the quiet and the loud is spot on in, you guessed it, both tracks. Not bad. Nice typewriter slip sleeve, which also includes a picture of a tree. Trees are fucking ace, though if I’m getting excited about a tree, you can go ahead and assume I wasn’t overwhelmed by the record itself. Conifers; that’s the one. They are shit, and don’t count towards the general “Trees are fucking ace” umbrella. You can’t even climb them, but your football will still get stuck in them. Anti Fun. Like a sad clown.