I think this guy might be on drugs. Either that or he’s been invaded by the spirit of some drunk, angry freak of a man. This music could seriously kill a person. I could see my mom up and dying after listening to Frog Eyes. She would literally look at me with those eyes and say, “Why?” Why would I expose her to wailing and bellowing and noise? Sometimes artsy just goes too far, and I think this one pushed my personal boundaries of tolerance. There are certainly some “moments,” but I’m not willing to slog through song after song of discordant nonsense to get to a minute of swirling indie rock that I could find in way more abundance on twenty other records on my ipod. Next someone will have to explain early Sonic Youth and Tom Waits to me.