i've been listening to this album ever since i was 13. It's never gotten old and it never will. mice parade is well arranged post rock, but adam pierce can't really write a "song". gregory and the hawk can write really good songs. yay! Huge fuck you to pitchfork and that one guy from highschool

perfectly arranged, recorded and everything, and the lyrics are harrowing and frank in a way that is impossible to acheive without lived experience. a lot of bands that are far more overt in their angst end up bastardazing depression from a condition to a feeling, but carissa's wierd feels respectful. It's quiet and defeated