"I’m going to tell you one thing, and I’m going to say it a lot of times and in a couple of different ways so you get my meaning. This album is a masterpiece. This album is a masterpiece. This album is a masterpiece....Yes. Yes. The lyrics. The music. The Bowie damage. No, scratch that: the heavy, heavy Bowie damage. The title track, which is the last song on the album, reserving its fierce, muffled, distorted burst of electric guitar until its final ten seconds. The song titles: “To the Heart of the Sun on the Back of the Vulture, I’ll Go.” “City of Daughters.” “Death on the Festival Circuit.” Some of the best lyrics available anywhere. The use of religious language to describe reactions to pop songs. A guy singing in a slightly breathy voice over a nylon-strung guitar and some piano: “Yes, throw yourselves away, don’t save yourselves,” the sound of release in his voice drenched with mood and emotion without being overworked. (Not that Bejar is not willing to overwork it when that’s what he thinks a song needs.) Thief swings like a child playing in a hammock. Every song on it is terrific. Don’t be like me and wait until you can feel like you discovered it yourself. Run out and get it and then nag your friends to do the same. They will all thank you before they’re halfway through the record."

Co-released by the fine folks at Triple Crown Audio and Cave Canem Records. The CD is a seemingly unlimited edition, four color process printing in standard jewel cases. LP edition of 300 copies, two color silkscreen, white stock jackets.