Reviews

Entrancing guitars clink out a Middle Eastern-inspired drone to initiate "The Dexterity of Luck"; the rhythm section lunging, loping, then jabbing the urgent fuzzy-phone vocals. Scharin's unique balance of pulsating bass drum and tight, jazzy snare and cymbal work sounds like two separate percussionists at once. Finally, by the album's close, these musical combinations and electronic diversions have nearly liquefied into an enduring and meditative hum whose repetitions seem nearly infinite. Sure, the members of June of 44 force themselves to counteract each other in very clever ways, but they're hardly leaving their bodies behind.

-- Dave Clifford