"Tracked at the band's Trojan Cavern studio/bunker in San Francisco, the record freewheels through tranced polyrhythmic sequencer meditations (“Played,” “Quality”), burnt chrome post-punk electronics (“Almost”), and jazzy, decadent nocturnes (“Dulcinea,” “Golden Handcuffs”). The way they weld home-wired circuitry with lofty poetics via intuitive group interplay is unpredictable and nuanced, and unusually dynamic in today’s world-gone-solo landscape. Live, they’re spellbinding, seesawing from fluid fog-machine psych to electro-modal smoke ballads, owning all zones."
