But what to do? Lavish praise is my stock in trade. It's why I write these little essays in the first place. Exciting music calls for excited analysis; so-called objective criticism is dullsville, and dishonest besides; there's nothing more immature than a would-be grown-up; fuck the haters. These are our maxims around here, and we live by them most of the time. Even complex tracts like Smog's "Anniversary" or Antaeus's Cut Your Flesh and Worship Satan are, in the end, communications seeking response. All I do is report on how the response felt. OnOffOn is a little more complicated than all that.