The album title is only a little sarcastic. Dispensing with the "two men and a tape machine" noise experimentalism of their 1997 debut
This Is Our Message,
Justin Trosper and
Brandt Sandeno add four musicians from the Pacific Northwest indie scene they call home to their own samples, loops, and unidentifiable mutations, in the process creating the album that a strung-out
Miles Davis might have made if he'd lived long enough to be exposed to the '90s post-rock scene. The musicians play
Tortoise-style jazz-inflected improvisations, over which
Trosper and
Sandeno spin the same sort of noisy soundscapes that had made up the majority of
This Is Our Message. While not exactly slick, the effect on songs like the gently pulsating, Vocoder-ized "Like a Droid to the Slaughter" is oddly appealing, and the lengthy closer "Replikants Requiem" sounds like a track from
Air's
Moon Safari roughed up with a heavy dose of noisy attitude. It's less conceptually pure than
This Is Our Message, but it's much more immediately appealing.