David Madson's five years as Anticon.'s art director help explain the rich cinematographic sensibility of his latest album for the label. With grainy textures and converging sounds, the album feels like a collection of home movies, rendered entirely into audio–a kind of anthropological soundtrack. There's the drawn-out claustrophobia of the aptly titled "Freakout 3," the soaring "Fat Hooks," with its airy vocals, and the destructiveness of "Burner" capturing the explosion of a Ford at Madson's old digs. The album unfolds slowly, revealing itself in bits and pieces but ultimately showing an emotional range that builds, reverses, builds again, and changes. Much like life-or at least a really good simulacrum.