Brooklynites, throw out your crystals and burn your moccasins! Shave your beards and take a shower! It?s great that you?re getting outside more, but enough is enough. Beneath the maze of ambiguous ?tribal? references and willfully obtuse New Age posturing are some good albums. This album from First Nation (for goodness? sake! Didn?t we go over cultural misappropriation already with the tribal tattoo people?) is one of them. If you can get past the hokey cover art and hokey song titles, the music is a lot of fun, like the Slits or the Raincoats meet the Animal Collective, whose Paw Tracks label released this. Tense in all the right places and loose in others, the spare instrumentation and lazily sweet harmonies more than make up for my initial skepticism. The album is short enough to play twice in an hour, and I did, hour after hour. A great summer jam. 7/10 -- Nadav Carmel (10 July, 2006)