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After a series of records that are nothing but foot-on-the-gas adrenaline, it’s jarring initially to hear Rosenstock slow things down a bit- a seven minute song to start!? Fret not- Rosenstock still brings gumption to his arsenal here. Yr Throat, All This Useless Energy, TV Stars, and 9/10 are indispensables, and the closer is proof of Rosenstock being able to make a longer ballad rock just as hard (before HELLMODE would cement the idea in cast-iron stone)