There are few sounds in music to match the tingle that runs down my spine every time I hear the repetitive jang jang piano that runs through this beautiful song, although even within the same track the icy, sinister chord changes and those evil sounding guitars that slither into the mix at the end give the hairs on the back of my neck a run for their money as well. Few bands create work of such beauty from the simple precept of making you feel uncomfortable and paranoid, which is probably just as well. -Ian Martin, Dec.23.04

Circle Of Fifths