More a stream-of-consciousness soliloquy
than an 'album' in the traditional sense. This is one to be heard as one movement and harks back to classics like Modest Mouse's The Moon and Antarctica in its focus on lyrics and the emotional impact of the music over hooks and choruses. Saying that, the lyrics can at some points be a little overblown and there are a couple of occasions when the instrumentation seems to actually be falling apart but for the most part this band are masters of creating music that appears to be disintegrating whilst remaining just this side of relatable. This album's only failings are a result of its ambition, which Cymbals Eat Guitars have in spades.