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Seaweed's hometown of Tacoma, Washington, is close to Seattle, but Seaweed is not exactly grunge. Instead, the band plays a tight, pent-up take on the sound of Sub Pop in the early '90s, with some of the raw fuzz stripped clean but none of the power or angst gone. For all the energy of its in medias res opening blast, "Recall" tows a lot of muscular melody behind it — a hallmark of a band known as a sort of Superchunk of the Pacific Northwest. "The Way It Ends" pummels like punk (thanks to heated production by Jack Endino), with a hook that would make Bob Mould proud. "Taxing" draws out that Superchunk comparison, moving through different passages at different speeds, with a dynamic range that speaks to more than simple venting or rage. By the end of the album, with "Squint," singer Aaron Stauffer is wailing with all the emotion and control of a crooner. He's a crooner with a lot to excise, though — and a lot of wooly layers to scream through.