At first listen, it shocks listeners into laughter or outright panic. It seems each instrument was recorded separately, not listening to the other tracks.
Mid-tempo punk rock with three guys sharing the mic. Decent pogo drinking tunes that remind me of a tighter early Queers (pre-Love Songs For the Retarded).
The Apples’ juicy fruit is not forbidding, grown from the fertile seeds of pop and ripened with just the right amount of tart psych-fi additives and coloring.
I haven’t found rock too provoking since Zepplin did The Rain Song (which didn’t really rock), Seade’s Perf is an excellent grab at quality atmospheric rock.
The soundscapes do drag on at times, but it’s not a tedious drone. If you want angst played by guys with 1800’s medical fetishes, this is the disc for you.