Personally, I like nothing better than going out, drinking beer, and shouting, and I think it's ace. Although I see what he means. Tracks like "iota" and "Sweet Medicine" have the tendancy to slip by like unformed pools of echoing noise, the odd plucked guitar, some sombre cellos and sighing violins here and there, the odd female cry run though every studio effect in the known world, but most of all the mighty drone. The world's most mournful string section re-appear on, ahem, "Happiness Strings", so get your hanky ready, while "Friday Afternoon" cleverly updates Eno's "Thursday Afternoon" by stripping away every instrument until just memories of the music remain.
Granted, "Underarms" is unlikely to rock your local discotheque but I would discount discount park lands, river banks and Walkman's so easily.
ROB FITZPATRICK
