Scotty.Beam.Those.Men.Up.At.Once.

Forgive the blatant display of dork, but I could not help but be reminded of the every.word.is.a.sentence. soliloquies of Captain James T. Kirk by the liberal punctuation of You.May.Die.In.The.Desert. Let’s be thankful that the comparisons to William Shatner begin and end there, as do my Star Trek references. But seriously, Seattle’s Y.M.D.I.T.D have graced us with one hell of an album – even if it is 2 years overdue for American consumption.

Y.M.D.I.T.D. bring to the table a rare knack for fusion, technical prowess, and mastery of composition. Elements of post-rock, jazz, and math rock seamlessly coalesce into a sound that would be challenging to imitate, let alone duplicate. Echo and delay laden loud/louder guitar phrases hypnotize and add a depth that is seemingly impossible for a mere trio to create. Impressive. Amazing, even.

I don’t know what else to say. I’m completely dumbstruck by this album in the best way possible. This is easily one of the better instrumental offerings I’ve heard in some time. You can pick this incredible piece of sonic marvel up at the Mylene Sheath online catalog, and at a mere ten bucks, it just may be the best fucking deal in town.

And since I’m praising, the new Y.M.D.I.T.D / Gifts from Enola split is equally fantastic. Keep these kids on the radar. And the stereo.

Genre: Post-Rock/Math Rock/Jazz

RIYL: The Samuel Jackson Five, Explostions In The Sky, Maserati

Label: Differential Records / Mylene Sheath / Zankyo (Japan)

Can I Get More Steel In My Monitors?

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