Though it’s unknown where this album was recorded, it almost certainly doesn’t matter; it’s well worth the rattling it leaves in your head. The bass on every track crawls along, haunting the interior of the LP's sound while frontman H.R. attacks with reckless abandon. “I Against I” sounds as delightfully ominous here as it does anywhere—dancing on the edge of chaos and brilliance. Meanwhile, “At the Movies” and “Right Brigade” burn so bright, they spit listeners out dizzy and thrilled.