This California band is on the punk side of post-punk, though there is a jammy experimental vibe to what they do. The frantic first track is like Siouxsie jamming Television songs with Miranda Sex Garden. The second song has a Psychic TV level of weirdness bubbling up from the background as the drugs have kicked in already. You can hear how there is also an indie art punk tendency fueling things in the Xiu Xiu-like manner they throw sounds at you in hopes they stick, though with more anxiety and less self-loathing than Jamie Stewart.
"Brittle" finds them latching onto an instrumental dance groove that fires up the mood that keeps things in motion for the celebratory "Spiritual Spouse" that wanders out into the same realms of space the Young Gods find themselves dancing in as well. Midway into the song, things deconstruct into weirdness before being jammed back to life in a baptism of chaos.
"Cosmic Microwave" finds them locking into a heavier, grooving tension. There is a great deal in the song's orbit, as it sounds like it is being run through the filter of Jimi Hendrix's last acid trip. This album is dark in a more cerebral, bad trip, diving sideways into the recesses of your mind manner, so it is not for everyone, but for what it is I will give this album a 9.5, despite not knowing how much I am going to listen to they captured an interesting mental space that is noteworthy
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