THAT'S MY HOUSE YOU'RE LIVING IN

Despite another provocative title - the cover art suggests that the dog is master of the house, but I suspect that this is metaphorical, and in any case a cat would have been a better symbol - the sophomore jinx seems in effect here for this Finnish all instrumental group. The rhythm guitars too often chug and plod along and overextend themselves, without much happening around them, and much less atmosphere wafts from the arrangements. The opener is perhaps their best accomplished piece to this point, and "The First Cigarette of the Day" and "Take us to the Fantasy, Derrick" are both enjoyable but otherwise I don't sense a whole lot of growth from their debut. It's still just worthwhile enough to stay out of the doghouse. Oh, I think I might understand the metaphor now.