Really, if anyone’s tired of these mash-up math rock bands that keep on insisting that it’s more exciting trying to capture the sound of an adult with ADHD suffering a heart attack whilst on copious amounts of Special K, it’s this motherhumper right here. What pleasure can be derived from chaotic and confusing messes such as this stretches beyond the vast universe of comprehension and permissibility. How one can tell all these hammering, yammering yahoos apart from the other boggles the mind. Yes, I don’t get it and yes, like that weird haircut you just had to have two summers ago, one day you’re all going to look back on this musical bukkake, scratch your head and wonder what the hell you were thinking for liking it in the first place. I may look like the number 12 but at least I don’t sound like the number 2. - Jedd Beaudoin (2007, The Daily Copper)