Third LP from these experimental, noisy slop-rockers from New Zealand. Though released on IMD instead of Flying Nun, they are still considered canonical to the silver age of kiwi rock. This is definitely their best release: though challenging in places, eventually the swathe of feedback and shouting peels off to reveal careful, narcotic pacing and an earnest expression of anxiety, boredom, and surrealism. Consider the lyrics: "Burnt on the bulb, I've been burnt on the bulb. When they turn on the railway floodlights, I became a moth to the flame, walking 'round under off-blue lights screaming 'My eyes...' Always held up into the bulb, into the naked flame, into the naked flame, into the naked flame..." ("Paper Part I"), and the subtly terrifying, "Left the bills on the table, I left the phone off the hook; good times please, no need to book" ("Good Times"). Poverty, partying, and anhedonia, all wrapped up in angry guitars.
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