Overdriven, wild, energetic and damaged, this assault of feedback and skull-peeling distortion adds another flame to the growing Yellow Swans fire. Howled screams, utterly out-of-control electronics and an indistinguishably fucked guitar furiously pound their way through a quick 19 minute flash of aggression. On their own, Yellow Swans are capable of some of the better propulsive noise jams, but with The Cherry Point (one Phil Blankenship) bringing another suitcase of electronics to the mix, schizophrenic hysteria takes control. Pushing the instruments and amps to their absolute limit, this collaboration reduces the "song" to a crackling roar. 8/10 -- Dick Baldwin (27 June, 2006)