There's no major label monkey business on Baboon's self-released We Sing and Play, the band's first offering in two years. After smoothly escaping from the cages of Wind-Up Records, Baboon has pieced together a 25 minute aluminum slab that combines the bustling, chest-beating madness of Face Down in Turpentine with the dark, moody solace of Secret Robot Control. For those unfamiliar with this Dallas/Denton quartet, Baboon is capable of making your girlfriend sigh haplessly on restrained and pensive tunes such as "Angels" and "Endlessly", while keeping your own inner beast equally appeased with noisy, scream-induced activities like "Lushlife" and "Rise." Baboon's music introduces the odd sensation of an impending "musical eruption" into its own self-contained sonic genre. As the seconds tick away on the CD player, an unholy, almost intrinsic feeling of impending upheaval builds up in the air around you. Sometimes the quartet lets you have it with a crippling release of abusive noise, while on other tunes you're left drooling, even whimpering, for some sense of the closure that the band callously keeps from you. Are you privy to some primate schooling? This entirely independent offering has equal parts fine packaging and impressive musical endeavors; it’ll make you glad you're an open-minded musical anthropologist and not some major-label apologist.