Guitar buzz like a one hundred agitated wasp nests and sound of the bass has rumble like a mudslide rolling through a power plant. The energy is high but also detached.
It's as if L.A.'s Flat Worms are conscious to the fact that the music they're making causes a commotion and is a blast but they're also ambivalent to any aggrandization about it.
This also might explain why I've found myself playing this record a bunch since it came out. It's a right on clatter that grasps my eardrums in a way that's joyous and cynical at the same time. What are you listening to tonight?
