No more shapes! To hell with triangle, circle, rectangle, even rhombus. But seriously, I don’t often review jazz for FD, and here I get a jazz album I really like. These guys are a whacked drum, guitar, and trombone trio that play a skewed, skewered free bop with seat-of-pants creativity and a zany sense of humor. Supreme interplay going on too—I love the drummer’s precise and delicate explosions behind the kit, the chromatic pinwheels the guitarist spins so freely, and the smeary slop that expels out the bell of the trombone. And what pranksters! The album begins with a serving of ridiculous gobbledygunk noise just to mess with you. Then, on to the jazz, though No More Shapes revisit electronics again near the end of the album on a crunchy, rubble-strewn half jazz, half electro-acoustic improvisation. It’s a gas! 7/10 -- Mike Pursley (25 August, 2010)