While having a evening alone, anti-social, dealing with my personal demons of self-loathing, feeling like a toothless hatchet-face. I have to admit I had a moment with The Cure's Disintegration, it almost seemed like the perfect setting for this particular record, and I never enjoyed it more. Side one's sound of hope was definitely an easier pill to swallow than side two's pit of total despair. The best and most surprising part of the album is its loose psychedelic jamminess, mixing synth drone with flange driven surf guitar that just "pulls on your pout."
