Fourth full-length (the 3rd issued by Richie Records//TestosterTunes) from Mordecai of the great upper plains. It's a no-frills rock (punk? garage? post-punk? indie rock? blech. it's rock) album that oughta perk up the ears of those interested in things like thwarted freedom, advanced mathematics, the Blue Mask, bum notes, and staring at the wall. Though the band grows increasingly competent and confident with each release, these precocious MFers possess a flippant world-weariness typically reserved for no-accounts and has-beens at the beginning of their third marriage. Recall, if you can, the moment when you recognized life for what it is: a low-key drag, but one interesting enough to wake up for each morning. Mordecai huddled up in Montana with an electric guitar & some drums & a bass and they put that moment on a record and it's called Abstract Recipe.