I was trying to work out a half-baked simile about how East Van's Sports is like a strong Turkish coffee, with dull hits of sweetness buried in the sludgy grounds. But that ended up sounding lame. Besides, when the detached vocals in "Drumheller Alta." announce "I'll drink myself to death" in a resigned tone before launching into a climactic caterwaul, I'm pretty sure coffee isn't what the band had in mind. Keeping track of all the limbs that have grown off the Ladyhawk family tree is like trying to follow the Baldwins. When metal-tinged noise rock slacker epics like this fall from the branches though, it's all worthwhile.
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