Plays Pretty for Baby

This is genius. This is a revolution, of both thought and sound. The Nation of Ulysses is unmatchable by any band ever; they have created a dialectic, a movement, and a youthful assault on the mind and senses. Like Greek to a Caucasian child, most will never understand even partially the spirit that lurks in these movements, for it's about something higher than mere music. There is something that moves beyond Ian "The Aspirin Kid" Svenonious's lingoes, the complicated scriptures that fill the liner notes, the infamous reputations of insane and overwhelming live performances. A warped hybrid synthesis of trashy garage rock, spastic jazz, and creative freedoms. Languages created and swallowed amidst the words and discordant melodies. Full of fervor, anger, wit, and remorse. Solid spastic percussion, swirling distorted guitars, droning bass, and swollen horns. Rambling, exploding vocals spitting words of animosity and love, of rebellion and unity, of awakening and medicine. The Nation of Ulysses must prevail.