Quiet frankly, this is NOT what I would I would have expected from a band started by psychedelic aruspex Kjetil D. Brandsdal. Admittedly I?m in a little over my head with this one ladies and gentlemen, as it seems I have had it buried in the sand in all matters Noxagt, and so when I received this ? it?s cover baring the image of (what I would assume to be) a female?s perched ass adorning a custom pair of Noxagt panties - I knew I wasn?t going to be reviewing another ?psych-drone monster? or another collection of ?sinister slaughterhouse harsh electronics workouts?. And if one were to judge an album by its cover, you would be pretty right-on with this one. This is music made by fertile and willing men, who in their time spent away from pounding their rock and roll instruments spend their men-flavors pounding something or somebody else. It also sounds like one of those bands that drinks a lot of booze. We?re talking about heavy, vocal-less rock music from bearded Nords who practice often, I?m sure, but beyond that I?m not endowed with enough post-rock buzz words or name drops to elucidate, but speaking as a post-rock pedestrian as that were, this kind of reminds me of Big Black or Fantomas(?). All songs are lead by a sturdy bass line that churns along like a canoe paddle into crumbling granite, but never seeming to veer to far off-course without the aid of an obedient yet kinetic drum-player. The guitar weaves in and around the established direction generally complying to everything fed to him and occasionally lets his fingers slip off the fret-board altogether indignant and restrained if that makes any sense. Overall, the music feels too scripted to elicit any excitement on my part, but it would probably appeal to those who would hold a band in high-esteem for their prodigal craft and this ?tightness? that so many prog-nerds would applaud. If my opinion has any bearing I call it boring but in a way that is not supposed to be boring ? like a pregnant teenager serving fries and shakes on rollerblades (and not falling on her ass). 5/10 -- Andrew Zukerman (3 January, 2007)