"Ah," you'll say, "this sounds like OK Computer, but with a little more bad-trip paranoia undercurrents." Then you notice the bedrock undercurrent of industrial tinkering, as though Einsturzende Neubauten was practicing in the upstairs apartment and the sounds bled through. And did Regine Chassagne drop by for ten seconds to hammer on piano? Suddenly, after about three minutes, the song switches into a sludge-heavy fuzzed-out Cossack folk tune for a moment, like Black Sabbath playing "Bubak and Hungaricus." Then strings, back to Europe for the coda... and scene. And that's the first track."
-LA Record Review
Sundays, sundays at the fish market
-GK
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