Subdued jangle reapplies Mark E. Smith's three R's in a new idiom. For this quintet in Brooklyn that claims a Vivian Girl on drums and Calvin Johnson's conscience holding the mic, repetition rules the day — no deviation at all from the near-motorik chord structure, and no discernable emotion. Maybe "Crippled Croon" has the superior melody — the whole EP is strong, so don't not look elsewhere — but this one exploits the stubborn circularity to its very fullest potential. Cold-weather pop, Kiwi flavor aside.
"Converging in the Quiet"
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