The band's already massive sound is doubled by it's own echo ricocheting off the high ceilings of Easley. Frantic beasts riot on a short-wave broadcast. Apollo 9 and JC2000 take turns stoking the fire with stabbing counterplay. The majesty of the horn section abandoned in favor of a free expression skronk. If spaciousness in sound is a bit of a foreign concept to these thugs, no proof is found here.
Immaculate arrangements blanket the cold instruments.
Unable to reflect, the mirror is broken and the shards of glass are given to the children to play with. This is their music. Jim plays Jack Nitzsche to Speedo's Lee Hazelwood and everyone descends into a tale of lost sacred ritual. Unapologetically over the top. From Memphis it was back to San Diego to join forces with their new drummer.