Robert Vagg (Meat Thump, Kitchen’s Floor) delivers ten confessionals that drift around tragedies, hopelessness, failed systems, nonconformity, and physical/psychological experiences. Set to the minimalist sparse compositions of Dan McGirr and Natasha Buchanan, whose guitar and synthesizer lines entwine around the bleak lyrics and help paint Robert’s world of despair and loneliness. Only more downer, time hasn’t healed the wounds, they’ve only become deeper. The Durutti Column meets Lou Reed’s Berlin on this Australian band’s second LP, far from their shambolic debut single on Negative Guest List. “Tracks like the stunning “Thieves Who Dream” playing like Flying Saucer Attack shot through a kaleidoscope, pushing all the right buttons over here at SSHQ, and the overall somber Alastair Galbraith/Chan Marshall-esque intonations at stake here are bettered by these rare glimpses of sunlight.” (Still Single)

Haley Fohr (circuit des yeux) and Katie Leming (bird):Again and again you feel mislead by us. We are sorry but the pattern is hard to conduct precisely and in such frequent cycles. It was when we first got our periods that we started to hate how we had both been conformed by other women and our fathers. It was like sucking on pennies. But we are serious about what we are telling you here. It's like reaching into a tree and pulling out an oddly shaped fruit. Our hands have grown ten inches in the past three years and we have finally found a spoon