Spengler We Need A Miracle

Like the scrawny black sheep younger cousin of sorts to Victoria's late Pigment Vehicle (but, understandably, with more of a generational kinship to the likes of Cap'n Jazz than that band's NoMeansNo fixation), Montrealers (by way of Halifax) Spengler are equally intent on cramming as much quirky, verging on affected, manic dual-narrative counterpoints as possible into each track, backed by song structures that can get equally seasick and over the top. Although I can't always get into their execution of this working method, it does serve to imbue their music with an original bent that, presentation aside, I won't be one to deny. (Blue Skies Turn Black)