In order to prevent major labels from co-opting Fugazi‘s sound, Dischord has signed every group that bears the slightest sonic resemblance to the pioneering punk band. This album is plagued by lackluster musicianship, over-long songs and high school poetry lyrics about how you shouldn‘t take your psych meds. Is the final track-with its basic drum lesson 4/4 and evenly strummed single guitar chord-a commentary on the deadening rhythms of moder life? Because even if it is, it‘s still boring. Great title, though.