We gave it an A-
On its major-label debut, this New York quartet tones down its sweaty sex-boy image for an even more brutal urban-noise apocalypse. Post-punk guitars and industrial-strength electronica rhythms duel throughout a funky dystopia that?s GVSB?s most mesmerizing collection yet, while singer Scott McCloud spews his evocatively dissolute lyrics with a growl that fits the album?s sci-fi deca-dance perfectly. It?s catchy, too: If the brooding ?Roxy? isn?t the alt-rock hit of the summer, there?s no justice.