With First Light's Freeze, Castanets return with a dark mutant-country sound infused with strands of free-jazz, new wave and a late-seventies Nashville big-radio strut hijacked by post-punk unravelers. The result is a beautiful mix of somber reflection, destination-unknown travelogue, and subversive anti-war boogie. Castanets' unrelenting creative pioneering delightfully befuddles, as they simultaneously flirt and dismantle "New Americana" venture capitalism.
And I have no idea what any of that means, but I'd be pretty hard pressed to come up with any description of what the CD is like. It doesn't really fit neatly into any genre description, but it also isn't the case that its difference is it's charm. It's just kinda cool.