An unfocused but volatile sophomore album, 's is a fractured continuation of the band's cranky , with the addition of keyboards and violin fleshing out the sound. The record would prove to be their final LP, and not surprisingly, as the band's songwriters, and , were obviously drifting apart musically -- back towards screaming noise, and leaning into the that would become his calling card as . Occasionally on the weight of adolescent drama weighs down 's limber frame, but more often than not the band seems to be laughing behind everyone's backs. Especially on tracks like a silly but disconcerting synthesizer bit that consists of one communally chanted lyric: "I'm dead/you're dead/we're dead/we're dead!" Unfortunately, 's darkly funny teenage sarcasm was a bit too short-lived to graduate from the hit-or-miss state it's suspended in here. is an interesting record that tinkers with the DNA of , but the band's idea process was still gestating, leaving behind a confusing record pocked with superfluous interludes and a general sense that business has been left unfinished. ~ Bryan Carroll