“Something’s Gonna Break,” is uproarious, furious and frenetic. A perfect opener. Turning through the turnstiles and smashing through boundaries of time.
“War Cry,” slowly works itself into a frenzy, pushing through the tempest of time and hitting a new ground of time and space.
“Not Today,” shimmers and shifts, slowly working through time and space to hit the whirlwind running.
“All Figured Out,” hints and twists, shimmering through, breaking wind and hitting its stride.
“I Can’t Talk To You,” runs the gamut. Grooving and turning inside and out. Running inside and then breaking out.
The E.P. is out now.