The full-length debut from robotic rockers
Ink
sounds as if it was recorded to the beat of a slow, quiet assembly line. Each track contains a haunting, restrained tone of droning indie and mumbling vocals. But without any signs of energy or enthusiasm, it also sounds almost as if the members of
didn't want to be in the studio. The results are lifeless; this trio strikes a monotonous resemblance to
Fugazi
or
Drive Like Jehu
with the volume turned all the way down. The occasionally added saxophone leads also bring out the
Morphine
in
, but that doesn't save this record from its all around flat sound. ~ Mike DaRonco