It's too bad that the term "post-grunge" was coined to describe the likes of and , who made grunge's brooding heaviness more conventional, because later bands such as and especially take the style's basic tenets in directions that seem more influenced by grunge's spirit and are far more interesting. 's second album, , which first released in April 2012 and reissued later that year, explodes grunge's straightforward rhythmic underpinnings to let riffs, vocals, and drums crash or float as they may in a way that's more expressive than chaotic. And while reject overt verse/chorus/verse structures as firmly as they would that last copy of the soundtrack in the used CD bin, doesn't want for hooks, especially on tracks like "Burned Body," which has an oddly triumphant streak to its clamor that recalls 's "In Bloom," even if it's much more fragmented and abstract. Indeed, while shades of , as well as , often pop up in many of these songs, they feel more like passing nods to these spiritual forefathers and mothers instead of rehashing the territory they already covered. The band wrings a remarkable amount of different textures out of a relatively simple approach, from "Voodoo Trust"'s spring-loaded guitars to the watery undertow of "Trashworld" to vignettes like "CLS + Death Junket" and "Eon of Love," which add breathing room to the album's onslaughts and more abstract beauty to the proceedings. Tantalizingly indirect and strangely uplifting, shows that are capable of carrying on the weird spirit of the Pacific Northwest's underground in their own independent fashion. ~ Heather Phares