's temporary derailment is remedied entirely by this 12". 's momentum keeps building and building, working itself into a lather until throwing itself into acid-drenched overdrive. It begins innocently, as a pleasantly chugging indie- groove in the vein of with by-now-to-be-expected nagging vocals (one bit goes something like, "Yeah yeah yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah/Yeah hey hey hey hey"). New noises, like percussive clatter and keyboard zaps, are added one by one until the whole thing turns into a terrifically obnoxious, out-of-control monstrosity -- akin to a snowball that develops into a boulder-sized mass once it finishes rolling down a steep hill. This describes the A-side, labeled "The Crass Version." The B-side, "The Pretentious Version," involves more noodling around with percussion and keyboards, and isn't nearly as abrasive by comparison. This isn't the event that was 's debut as , but it's more than enough to increase the anticipation for the first LP. ~ Andy Kellman