Logan may say they play indie-rock, but there’s not much evidence on this EP/single to back up their claim. In fact, the music here deviates so extremely from the expectations formed by the biog' that it’s hard to break through the bewilderment to form a coherent opinion on it. Starting with a whooped “Yeeeeee-HAW!” of an intro, Logan spend this 15-minute CD chopping and changing genres with dizzying speed - rock, folk, a hint of gospel in the re-mix vocals, and even a dash of the promised indie. A-side 'Truckerbird', featuring a violin which seems to have been crossed with a kazoo, has a sort of psychotic folkiness to it and could feasibly soundtrack a strobe-lit barn dance. That same flickering jerkiness runs through the whole CD, none of which is a smooth ride; not the drums, not the vocals, not the structure - which jerks from section to section with no apparent rhyme or reason - nothing. The sped-up-to-the-point-of-garbling vocals add to the overall sense of a somewhat unhinged record as they yelp their way through the love-lorn lyrics.

This is one of those CDs which I think will be added to the pile of stuff I listened to once and appreciated, but which I’ll never listen to again because there’s simply never going to be a time when I’d rather listen to this CD than anything else. If, however, there’s room in your life for music like that described above, you could always pop over to the band’s website and check out the soundfiles...