If you closed your eyes (all three of 'em), you'd never know that this album is essentially a compilation of Ourson remixes and strays. The cohesion from start to finish is astounding, and speaks volumes about the real masterful hands and ears on Luke's body. Dense, moody ambient electronics with a warm mutant bent that only people in West Virginia seem to be capable of. Must be something in the water.
Favorite track: Basement Floor.