For Against
December

Pleasure, in the end, is a simple thing, pleasure is in front of us, pleasure is in Lincoln, Nebraska. Bruce Licher's Independent Project Records doesn't miss a beat, and after the first LP, which already contained remarkable pieces and a wheat stalk, in 1988 it also released this second work that confirms the band's ultimate greatness.

The sound flow sublimates valleys of wheat oceans as far as the eye can see. But where do those guitars go, where does that voice transport us, we can only love the exhilaration brought by the drums and the furrow carved inside us by the bass. Is pop simple? Yes, but only after it has circumnavigated cosmic parts. This record returns from a galaxy of feelings, sensations, moments, bursts, colors, flashbacks where everything is finally just human.

Harry Dingman III (guitars), Greg Hill (percussions), and Jeffrey Runnings (bass & vocals) are the assailants for an indispensable heart attack to rekindle our true nature, violated by intrusions that cloud our being. The elixir is as crystalline as it is immediate, the message of a luminous pop paradise is direct. Memories, confessions are the songs that narrate sedimentations of consciousness from those who have somewhat transformed life's deception. Regrets, remorse are purged, judgments are not made, we feel them close.

We can say we have sincere friends from Nebraska...