The title of 's shouldn't be taken literally; most felines would be a bit terrified of the electronic trickery and friends employ here. The friends make up what the liner notes call the SubConscious Orchestra, and they are the late , , and . The music these fellows create is a creepy, energetic, and gurgling cacophony of analog and digital confusion. Tracks like which sparkles and blips as sound effects crisscross between the right and left stereo channels, would cause any cat to twitch and turns its ears 270 degrees to see what the ruckus is about. It's certainly not about the suspense and political statements of 's mother band. The songs actually sounds more like tracks than anything else. is delicately pretty as it creates a bubbling mood of tension and paranoia. It wouldn't be out of place on a album if it wasn't underscored by a repetitive, scary keyboard effect. 's vocals on and are the usual spoken-word strangeness for which he's become known. In these instances, operates more as a collection of mood pieces than anything approaching or territory. Many songs end up sounding more like fragments than finished pieces. leans toward relatively obvious samples, sound effects, and repetition a bit too frequently on the lesser tracks, which also unfortunately clock in longer than necessary. are two of the more successful tracks, with the former suggesting twisted and the latter containing some truly terrifying moments via . is not at the visionary level of , and it's not for skinny or fat cats, but it is effortlessly dark, cryptic, and discomforting, and often quite pretty. Ultimately, it suggests that, with better arrangements, is capable of producing slightly more compelling music. ~ Tim DiGravina