VOLUME ONE

This band, Perhaps, they have found a slot in the ever expanding essential music of the space time continuum, at least for earth. It starts off how anything would start off: from nothing. The moment you press play seemingly nothing happens, you might turn your volume up because you'll have the thought "is it going?" then gradually you will hear the sound quietly spinning more and more rapidly and louder from nothing until, the neo-rocking, ever precise, bass, drums and guitar set themselves onto your eardrums. It starts out as a kind of a innocent early Hella meets Omar-Rodriguez Lopez (minus the Spanish) being led by Jerry Garcia. It definitely takes you on a journey every second you are listening to it that seems to last both a long and short time. Moments throughout it reaches what I like to describe as a whirlpool, only lasting a second but building up and developing over minutes (the entire piece caries this vibe), that takes you from one to another sound scape seamlessly. Somewhere in the middle they find a really nice groove and there is a horn lead that eventually gets delayed and all sorts of messed with and almost sounds completely electronic, here you can make out the Mars Volta influence, where you can hear melting of multiple dimensions. We rock out again in a new age of progressive math-rock equations that all merge together cosmically. Eventually the music winds down and it all has to be over right? A touching, monotonous, post-rock bass riff mixed with lovely stings and occasional, collective, epic outbursts that perfectly sums up what just happened in the past 37 minutes.