I didn’t realize how programmed I was to expect certain things from certain aesthetics until this record came in the mail. Problems That Fix Themselves? Probably a post-emo band. Then the record spins and… while that clarifies the experience a bit, I’m still not sure exactly where these guys are at. It could be a slight identity crisis, or it could be a misdiagnosis on my part. In any event Which is Worse turned out to be a refreshing record that, as I alluded to above, dodged my expectations from start to finish. Both sides of the LP follow a similar pattern: Drone, drone, drone yr boat, gently down the stream, then start flippin’ the formula like electronic flapjacks, from several of the ‘DM’s to ambient to violent sound-drilling to some almost Anticon-ish (circa Odd Nosdam) shit. I’m all for it, too. I’m sure someday PTFT will settle into a nice, green genre pasture and have a permanent picnic (prove me wrong fellas; prove me WRONG!); until then, why not adjust to the needs of today’s eclectic experimental listener? In fact, the detour into noise on the flip is one of the best sections of Which is Worse, oscillating and dive-bombing into tubs of black electric guck. For those about to never, ever rock (but roll a shitload), Problems That Fix Themselves salute you.
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