“…they tore up their instruments in private reverie, then locked in a sudden synchronized jump or sharp headshake. Backup vocals scattered staccato punctuation and short harmonies to stories of twisted love and OCD hurtling my brain with full abandon…”
"The music of this Chicago five-piece is as geometric as the group’s name implies – like Phish meeting King Crimson over a cup of gratuitous jam music."
“This album hits you in the face like your drunken father. It's that good.”