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Alas and alack, Meat Market stumble at the second hurdle with the confused Too Tired 7-inch single. It’s not that the music is bad or a huge departure from the band’s previous work; it’s more that this is a weirdly unsatisfying offering, managing to be both undercooked and over-done at the same time. Spindly songs are given an ill-fitting balls-to-the-wall treatment that bestows upon them a gravitas they don’t deserve, thus making the music’s ordinariness even more apparent. - Mariana Timony

See “Sweet Talk” for an induction into what Persona is about. Even-keeled rhythms, repetition, even some handclaps, and – wait a second – did I just catch the phrase “raped and mauled?” There’s something malicious in these songs, and the flat delivery and tight sonic echo chamber serve to put you inside of it. The record builds gradually, passing through a lot of different stages, until it explodes with “Dirty Harry” (which is a good song in its own right, but which in the context of the album takes on a whole different meaning). - Owen Wilder Keiter

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You’re sitting in that chair at the eye doctor where you’re told to stare at that little green dot. You must keep your eyes wide open. You know it’s coming. Your eyes are dry as fuck and you are trying not to squint or close them. The assistant on the other side of the machine seems to be taking their sweet ass time positioning the machine. You’re waiting in anticipation for that pesky little puff of air to shoot right into the surface of your beloved cornea. Think of that scenario while you let this track fuse deep into your delicate eardrums and possibly surprise the living daylights out of you. - Steph Fasteau