When he quits taking inventory, an act that incidentally sounds like a ham-fisted update of “We Didn’t Start the Fire” (without the history lessons or exciting cola wars), Brock’s point comes to the fore: modern life is too inundated with technology.
The album’s most obtuse track, “Transmitting Receiving,” pairs Brock’s voice listing everything he can think of (actual lyrics: “vacuum cleaners, windows, lights, fans, scales, your smart device”) with glitchy, electro-damaged guitar chords.
