Blunt lo-fi post-Therapy?/Membranes psychiatrics from unnamed people and unknown places. Putting ID and id out to pasture, with much percussion and wailing Northern Liberties carouses through a new religion of glowing graves, cosmic lights, parasites, disorientation, paranoia, magnetic fields, psychic deterioration, and other such dark psychedelic wonders, all conducted with a childlike wonder flavored with the lysergic waves of tainted host. “Concourse,” “Devil Song,” and “Dog Skies” (“Roll on nightmare roll on / Like the dog skies are ready to split”) stand out, but there’s much more here than that. Loads of cult potential in these seventeen tracks of simple yet illustrious controlled substance abuse, making one wonder what the hell the live show is like.