“Any given silt song sounds like it might breakdown and lapse into improv. But it never happens. Instead, they might pause, suspend a note or a silence in the air, as if considering the potential for chaos…and then sing the next verse… Combine this with the perverted-Beach-Boys falsetto harmonies, delicate repetitive riffs, slow pace, false endings, unlikely instrument pairings, and archly exagerated poetry..”
-Carl Wilson, The Globe and Mail