Post-rock junkies like me can never get enough of bands like Continental, who lie somewhere between The Six Parts Seven and The Album Leaf on the genreā€˜s experimental Richter scale. In other words, instrumental compositions like “Sown,” “Ghost War,” and “August Ends” are crystalline beauties that descend only barely into noise, begging the question: “What would Mogwai think?” Sure, the album closer “Pillow Talk” tears up structure a bit, but then a somber, hushed affair like “No Shorty” evens everything out. Bottom line? Continental may not like distortion pedals too much, but they still know how to make guitars cry.