Depending on how you view the music scene in Baltimore, The Krestarians could be considered a supergroup made up, as they are, of The Agrarians and Krestovsky. This, their first album, makes a concerted effort to mess with your head (especially if you are a reviewer).
Veering between delivering lo-fi gems ("I Am A Loud Ass") and showing a flagrant disregard for tempo, tuning and sound quality ("Capital Sound" and, hell, practically everything else here), this is an album that nonetheless exudes a cheeky charm. Like some shambolic musical version of a Kerouac novel, the Krestarians manage to capture being lost on the road of life and making it up as you go along is the way to do it.
However, the Krestarians could also be the saviours of the human race. When we have abdicated all our responsibilities to a computer, we can get our souls back by asking that so damn smart Cyberdyne Systems computer what lyrics such as "Going back to the docks wasn't an option and nature is extravagant with evils" means. Terminator 6 - The Krestarians Unplug The Box.