. . . but I found that no matter how hard I tried, I could not find proper hermeneutical access to it, so I decided not to. Thus, what you're reading is not a review, just a bunch of probably pretty stupid random thoughts rather pitifully put together. Bottom line, I just don't have either the time or inclination to acquaint myself with its aesthetic precursers (in so far as I even know or could know without extensive research into who those are) such as, I suppose, metal bands (Led Zeppelin? Metallica?), other (generally) non-vocal groups, usually called "post-rock" (GY!BE, A Silver Mount Zion, Mogwai, Sigur Ros), minimalism (Philip Glass? Steve Reich?), ambient (Brian Eno? Daniel Lanois?), _______________ (?).
It sounds to me kinda like Joshua Tree-era U2 without vocals--anthemic, slightly pretensious, generally quite gorgeous. What I'm a little puzzled by, although I admit this may contain a disingenuous component (hey, I'm probably the most over-the-top reviewer on all of Amazon, the guy who said Pictures of Soul by Omar Sosa is the greatest disc ever recorded and that he and Adam Rudolf have figured out a whole new way to play music), is the waxing rapturous over this not unpleasant aural mind candy. I'm not saying these reviews are unpleasant to read-- quite the contrary; I absolutely adored Lord Chimp's rapturous musings--just that I'm struggling to make a connection between their content and the music coming out of my speakers.
Oh, well. Just ignore these stupid ramblings. Somewhere between 2 and 1/2 and 4 and 1/2 stars.