4/5
A bad jam starts with a groove and goes nowhere, but a Sunwatchers jam does the opposite. An explosion reversed and in slow motion, a damaged barnraising timelapse filmstrip, that scene where the t1000 gets blown up but then the chunks all melt and come back together and turn back into a dude and Arnold's like "run!", and then the groove, ridden right to the point of climax and no further, like an arrival at the big bang, nowhere emphatically the only place left to go.
Patient, smoldering chaos or fractured angry noise, either one building into something you can bang your head to. One of the most insidiously exciting albums I've heard in a while
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