Sonic Youth were never going to age into complacency, but even still, it’s remarkable how easily their dynamic grew into indie-rock elder status with their most exuberant statement of an album since Daydream Nation sixteen years previous. Not that the old forays into noisy SST-budget distortion was concealing anything, it’s just that the cleaner, opener space gives the William Gibson-ian corpocratic American ennui as much punch in the quieter moments as it does in the noisy ones.

– Nate Patrin