Probably one of the most universally loved KVRX-core groups has done it again. Ringo Deathstarr know exactly what they're doing when they make tracks. This is textbook shoegaze, without giving into becoming a dumb overplayed gimmick. This album could have come out in the golden age of shoegaze and it would fit right in, but luckily it came out now so I could review it. This album especially reminded me of the dreamy sound of Lush, but tracks like Heavy Metal Suicide and Frisbee reminded me more of grungier shoegaze bands like Nothing rather than just saying the copout answer of My Bloody Valentine. Every track has a similar feel, but the album doesn't feel stale. It rather feels like a pleasant dream that doesn't overstay its welcome. I mean, you were probably gonna play this album anyway no matter what I wrote.