This is a heavy-duty record, kind of how you would imagine the inside of Einstein’s head: moments of beautiful clarity surrounded by tense, anxious technicality. That ability to rein in all these frantic ideas really highlights one of the band’s strengths — control. This is trumped only by the solid playing throughout the record, which shifts unnoticeably between tracks on lush soundscapes. The drumming and guitar playing is technical without getting stale, while the keys embellish tastefully with ambient sounds and leads that don’t attempt to overpower. Lead singer Vinny DiFranco has got some goddamn pipes, that’s all I can say.
For some reason these guys always get lumped into the stoner-metal genre, which doesn’t make much sense. I’m sure there are plenty of people who will listen to this stoned, but the same could be said for a Willie Nelson record. Does that make it stoner rock? Writers are a bunch of dicks.