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 genre‘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.