"Daughter (née Spalding Rockwell) was a great band, and they made this one great album.

Liquid precision punk rock. Songs as armor/armament for this time, in which the shredding of the space-time continuum for humans continues to rapidly advance toward full broke point. True, it feels that way more now, 16 years on from its original release date when that line first written.

Further to the seven punk rock songs are these additional heights: Blunt – a dub excursion ode to the medicinal ; Packin' – a symphonic paean to holding the same ; the M.L. & Nicole mic skills showcase of Hands In The Pants, the psych acoustic Lonely Gauge, and finally, the noise experiment that closes the album shut.

This is the one true aberration among AUM Fidelity releases, in that jazz did not play any recognizable role in its creation. Weed did play a role in its creation. And anger. Yes, there was weed, confusion, anger, joy, and focus. Harmonically, this album is full-on bad-ass. Dig."

AUM Fidelity