Following a co-ed round of Frisbie tossing with members of Sean Bones, in the old school parking lot, with the disc sailing into the trees and banging against the side paneling of the deserted car, with the flattened tires, Portland, Oregon's Ramona Falls, recorded this set of songs, all from the group's newest record, "Prophet." Lead singer Brent Knopf, formerly of Menomena, writes from the mind of a person who's hyper conscious. It's coming from a man who takes himself through the ringer. He turns the crank and he emphasizes and frets over the minutiae. He feels like he's somewhere conducive to just falling asleep and leaving everything behind, but there's a pesky sense of dread about the unknown. He's badgered and beleaguered. The head's always working to overcome anything that could ever resemble a comfortable calm. He sings, "I have to, have to, have to let go of self-control/I can't take it back," but there are still those attempts - countless attempts - to take it back. "Spore" is one of those attempts, sorta:"It couldn't be this galaxy is lifelessI keep on searching for a signOlly oxen free, my telescope is watchingFor any trace you leave behindAn adoptee, I never knew my parentsI wonder which one has my eyesAnd if we meet, I'll tell them that I missed themBut I won't judge them I won't cryTake off the veil, let yourself be foundI bet you're scared, people on the prowlReady or not, here I comeAnd I refuse to believe that it's hopelessI set my course straight for the abyss."