I've been a huge fan of yours for a couple years now, and I just noticed no one has reviewed this album yet? For shame! To start with, two things stand out: it's Dusthoney, and it's a shift in direction and execution. Some tracks are much more . . . not aggressive, but -hostile-, in a way that's not easy to describe, but Chlorophyll would be foremost. I'm not quite sure what -meaning- to settle on even though the album as a whole -does- seem to have a unifying meaning, or at least a very strong couple of themes. But it seems like any or all of: an all-night vigil for someone who's just threatened suicide, credibly; a wake; a dreadful falling out; a disappointing family; a seriously contemplated suicide; friends you wish you could just ditch already. Wanting to leave forever; wanting to come back at last; being deeply frustrated and deeply disappointed, and seeing no better response to it than a glib half-remembered paraphrase, to keep distant from something hurtful. Using sarcasm to keep anything from hitting the raw nerves. It's actually a little frustrating since even with titles, few of the songs speak at all for themselves, like the shy, nerdy weirdo who decorates the wall at the back of the room. But that's also - unsurprisingly - one of the most distinctive and best features of the work: you have to engage it, and come up with likely suspects for what it all means. Not unlike life.