This wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be when I first gazed at the burning house landscape of the EP's cover. But that really isn't saying much, to tell the truth, because I expected it to flat out suck. The one song that really redeems this EP, and shows off Temple's beautifully raspy voice, is the first song, "B-Bird," a strange hybrid of Wilco and the Pixies with the pop aspects dominating. Unfortunately, it is a formulaic song that tortures you with "doodle-oo"s. The other three songs delve into less heavily produced territory; "Make Right With You" sounds like Devandra Banheart stripped of intensity and personality. His lyrics are intriguing, such as lines like, "But it's cold here in Iceland and the drunks on the street/ Tie chains onto misery's gaze," in "In The End." Though he has been compared to Nick Drake and Bob Dylan, the unique voice that each of these greats had (that, indeed, made them great in the first place) is not really evident here. If Temple could break himself out of the constricting box of the mainstream singer-songwriter sound that he seems to have perfected, I would probably be able to find more kindness in my heart toward his music. Instead, the lack of originality makes me lose interest. 3/10 -- Eden Hemming Rose (11 June, 2005)