LIFT YOUR SKINNY FISTS LIKE ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN

This is perhaps the largest exercise in patience I've experienced, and every time with album, my patience runs out. It's like having a spooky movie on but not watching it, with lots of dissonant drones, background noises, and other effects.

When they do decide to play, which is approximately 1/3 of the album, they do produce a unique sound, which is often very dissonant and eerie, particularly by the strings and guitar. The first...movement I suppose would be the best word...is the best, probably because it contains more of what I would consider music, and certainly the happiest melody on the album. After that, it's largely ambient, minor key, and...well...boring. It reminds me a lot of The Mars Volta in the use of atmospherics and dead space.

I admit that part of my dislike for this album is my personal approach to listening to music. I put music on and want to concentrate primarily on that; however, I don't think that's the best strategy for this album. You can put it on, go to that relaxed but slightly on edge mood, and not have to concentrate on the music.

Not for me, but it may be more the genre than the album. This doesn't have a place in every prog collection, but I'm sure for some it would fit quite well. In my opinion, especially this being a double album, is that Fists is way too much of way too little.