The Athens four-piece crafted something truly out of time on their LP debut, a sonic masterpiece that seems to weave in and out of another plane of existence, melodic hoodoo, a kudzu of the subconscious. No particular movement or influence (for example, the Byrds, or “post-punk”) is summarily satisfactory. It’s not just Michael Stipe’s warbling voice and imprecise lyrics, but the unspoken understanding among the instruments – Berry’s urgent drums, Buck’s ringing yet clean guitar, Mills’s singing bass – that no part is superior, that makes this album so unique, unnerving, and rewarding.

[“Radio Free Europe”, “Laughing”, “Talk About The Passion”, “Perfect Circle”, “9-9”, “West Of The Fields”]