"What you get is a variously disorientating, draining and divine hybrid of Don Caballero, Larks’ Tongues In Aspic-era King Crimson and the more obtuse side of Battles, a molten, miasmic melange of skittering guitar figures, pulsing polyrhythms and arpeggios that dance skywards like lightning bolts in reverse."

…Oh yes! The Herald are party feeling!