I love how it starts. I love how you're thrown immediately into the opaque smoke of a dark, empty club. There's some screaming, and suddenly you're on the Sonic Youth Express into the tunnel voice of Kim Gordon. But I'm not criticizing - it's the same and yet different, SY but with better songs. If you could mix the best parts of "A Thousand Leaves" with "Dirty", here's where you'd be. Floating, falling, colliding, and repacking your chute with extra fat bass strings for the next trip. As with the Youth, it is the songs that stand on their own. It wouldn't matter who played them, they'd get any crowd throbbing. Unexpected bridges make you forget the chorus you promised you'd always remember, and suddenly the song is fading. Happy / sad, swirling in a marble cake of feedback and vocals, express the only true anguish ever heard in a rock song.