Dense as an alligator among teeth, this work by the Canadian/US group weaves into a voluptuous apathy.
The album opens like a box of fine cigars, unfazed by the neglect and rudeness surrounding it. The muffled bass drum of the bothersome neighbors is nullified here with strokes of salt and copper; tobacco is chewed, and a coarse chart is poured, rewritten multiple times. Concise as a counterfeiter, the work never winks at those easy comings and goings that quickly appear in posthumous comments.
A diaphanous apokatastasis that doesn't stop at the first listen. Like on a set where lights are often turned off, here one finds, in a polite manner, the opportunity to recount (and sing) the songs, trading notes for a pack of cigarettes.
Suitable for those who want to change the lifestyle of their newsstand vendor.