I introduce to you Dmonstrations (and yes, the spelling is correct), the band that creates spacey riffs and free-form post-punk madness whilst appearing not to give a s***; Glenn Branca would be most proud. The central theme of this album, like any good indie work, is that there isn't one. Well, in fact, every indie album has some semblance of deeper meaning on the most esoteric of levels, but that falls under the scope of metaphysics and I still haven't gotten my degree in philosophy.
It is imperative that one maintains an open mind throughout this album. Some of the lyrics did catch me a bit off guard, such as in "Shark," the album's opening track:

And that's just the sampling. For those of you unfamiliar with Dmonstrations' music, prepared to get your ass kicked with a healthy dose of confusion. Seven-four time signatures in double time are just the beginning; the arrangement is quite like what you'd expect if Jacques Derrida formed a band. As such, this will come off as a horrible, worthless record if you put on your headphones armed with a closed mind and a narrow ear; the Dmonstrations are quite amazing if you find yourself kicking back on a grassy knoll, waiting for Castro to put one in Kennedy's ear. Yes, it's just that perplexing and dreamy, an alternate universe one song at a time.