On their debut full-length, this NY-based quintet have demonstrated their penchant for the electro organic; seamlessly blending the sharp and gentle, like a chain gang draped in organza. Think Can or Faust all mashed up with the personal disco of Arthur Russell. Think of the electric organ of Terry Riley's "Shri Camel", slowly morphing and perpetually in motion, but remaining in step with a guitar-less and Moroder-charged Sparks. And think of a more composed Dead C, where Michael Morley sings about Big Thunder Mountain while holding a beach ball in one hand and fending off the digital shards of musique concrete humming around his ears with the other.
