On their second full-length, Teriyakis have cobbled together a bunch of their four-track recordings from the past four years.

After that introduction, the (usually justified) response is to roll your eyes and mumble, "Oh, goody". However, despite the trepidation such releases usually evoke, this eighteen track collection is actually worth listening to. Instead of home recordings that should have been left at home, this disc contains jams and other gems that deserve to see the light of day. The opening "You Can Hear a Pin Drop" is a low riding number with a drawling, Lou Reed style vocal. However, this mellow introduction cannot hold a candle to "Boobalus Bobalus", which follows. Put simply, this fantastic track sounds like a mariachi band sniffing glue. As a car alarm rings in the background, greasy horns play along to a slightly stoned tempo. This particular song is what four-track recordings are all about: a moment that is so wrong it's fantastic, caught on tape for all to hear.

Other quality moments are easily found. "Ride the Fish to Malta" combines a soft, rolling foundation with bursts of vacuum cleaner white noise. The delightfully named "Never Claimed to Be a Porn Star" is a noise collage that gives you some idea of what a New Orleans marching band might sound like if they played whilst being devoured by a pack of Dobermans. Intermixed with the noise are some softer selections, such as the gently strummed "King Woohoo, Asleep in a Hammock". This track features a tripped-out whistle solo which nicely evokes the dreams of the aforementioned King Woohoo before they burst into confused guitar lines.

Not surprisingly, not everything here works. I could personally do without the Marilyn Manson-tinged "Poopin' Yo' P'ants", but the overall quality of the tracks makes forgiving these blemishes a relatively easy task. However, a collection of low-fi recordings isn't necessarily about capturing the perfect songs. Instead, it's about conveying the feel of a band, warts and all. In this regard, Teriyakis have succeeded; this album gives a good insight into their slightly loopy but highly entertaining mind-set. Pre-literate? No, Teriyakis are too smart for that. Post-necessary? No, this is actually a fun listen. Combine these two mistakes, and you're approaching this band's territory.