Definitely an album every rock fan should own.
What Lucid is able to do in the 75 minutes of this CD is create some of most interesting experimental ambience I’ve ever heard.
I don’t know where these people get their inspiration or opus, but I just hope they keep creating works of art like this one.
Picks right up where their ferocious debut, 1997’s Young Team, left off.
Few records made in the ’90s can get this or more emotional.
The 21-year-old Kid turns in some pretty fine Autechre/Aphex Twin-style glitch techno.
This is real hip-hop, black science fiction in the tradition of Parliament/Funkadelic and Sun Ra.
This falls into the “goth” and “industrial” categories but does so while circumventing many of those genres’ pitfalls.
Punk rock would still be interesting if it sounded more like these guys.
It’s still Insides… so it’s not all bad. It’s not great either.
In short, this album, though still an import, is worth every single penny and is one of 2000’s classics.
A very consistent album, but that consistency keeps me from digging into this album.
Sounding at times like Radiohead, Stone Temple Pilots, John Coltrane, Frank Zappa, John Cage, and Steely Dan, this album is a sonic treat.
Remember that studio-based, diva-riddled dance music that was so prevalent in the early ’90s?
One of those rare cases where you can call a record repetitive and mean it as a compliment.
Here’s an album so devoid of any sense of triumph or victory. It’s as spartan and sparse as they come.
Jeff Buckley didn’t belong in anything so small as a rock band.
Reverse doesn’t actually live up to most, if not all of their grandiose statements.
This an album that speaks of freedom, but also is brave enough to declare that one must venture through darkness and madness to achieve it.
Play any of these songs for someone and tell them it’s a long-lost Autechre b-side and they’d probably believe you.