What we have here is 10 soundtracks to a series of proposed documentaries that are at the same time evocative (in most cases) to the musics they represent and convenient to a subversive faith in imminent social decay. There is even an index of these events correlating semi-literally to the tracks. However, it is in the opinion of this reviewer that the songs themselves stand on their own as evocations of possible realities or rarified artifacts of the as of yet.

This is one or the only things i can effectively elucidate about the quality of stop the revolution, and the indecisive style of this here album is what makes the evocations a sundry proposition for those listening. Each song presents a unique disposition and urges the listener to realign their headspace every 2-4 minutes rendering it something not easily disentangled from your utmost attentiveness. from what I can guess is bred from a cache of synthesizers, samplers and tapes, loopool weave their aural chronicles with restraint, illuminating the windowsills, overhang tiling and cosmic tents of circumstance, alluding to alchemical reinforcements. This is ominous shit that encompasses the attempted vacuuming of an aneurysm-inflicted doe, world war three synthesized by the incidental cackle of nuclear thunder chasms; uprise met with muscle shirt defiance and helicopter bedspread suggestions. Let?s say this lays waste to collateral bedfellows, wastebasket excluded? 8/10 -- Andrew Zukerman (10 July, 2006)