“No Blade of Grass” implies a landscape through its titles, artwork, and the horizontal expanse of the tracks themselves, and yet, like the chaotic drawings that obscure the front and back photos, the sound field of each track is taken over with anxiety.  Synth tones buzz and loop, low tones begin beating against each other only to drop out suddenly.  When repeating metallic tones enter late in the album, they emerge quickly, cutting through from background to foreground.  This jarring moment in “Moving Not Moving” worked on me as a listener in two separate ways.  It revealed to me how much I had sunk into the cycles of murky tones and how many of the preceding tones had existed seemingly on the same plane.  This sameness of position mirrors the dull persistence of worry and dread, and yet it also detracts from the listening experience somewhat.  Both before and after this moment, many of the sounds on the album remain almost willfully in the background.  With more moments of disturbance, the whole could more fully subsume the listener. 7/10 -- Howard Martin (1 September, 2010)