""Well knock me down with a feather...Here tis' in your lucky mitts lies the primordial cassette canoodlingsthat emanated up from some far flung Baltimore basement by thosemost surely now, near mythical,Smashing Times.Stately field recordings that seemingly straddle the void betweena burgeoning subterranean folk rock renaissance, yet briefly encountershimmering diy jangle popisms of this old curmudgeons youthquake,without a hint of revisionism ritual, or something trendy (like a emotionalcomplex)The quintet in question perambulate thru 15 (?) dizzying tracks of whimsicalart-pop prowess,conjuring up a labyrinth of gear fabness, defying cultural tedium, that you'llbe smashedblocked before teatime and soon to bed.So get the picture and lend an ear to the Smashing Times.""-Sam Knee (Scene In Between)