The kind of shoegaze which retains a punk rock-ish level of angularity in spite of the haze, and, interestingly, Shields' groundbreaking movement into complete abstraction the same year and within the same vague field (shoegazing?), what to do but make a superficial link to Rhys Chatham, they cover him on the last track, and to New York City rather than Dublin, noise rockers rather than feely abstractioners, Sonic Youth rather than Slowdive, thought rather than pure feeling, and so on, or whatever, a rare case of that trite yet inevitable comparison actually bringing out the record's best features
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