These days, it seems like people are afraid of using technique to their advantage, fearing the ridicule of being considered insufferable musical wankers. This comes into focus with a band like Beans. Stylistically, their music lies closer to modal minimalism than post-rock, but both styles are notably present.

Beans are definitely trying to create a feeling of wistful memory-- perhaps the afternoon someone died or the last time you they saw their former lovers. But ultimately, they fail to affect in the way they intend. Controlled dissonance abounds on the ethereal "Miko," yet nothing more than softly strummed guitar, atmospheric piano, and bass enters the mix. And the title track, rather than the startling display of originality it longs to be, is essentially early Tortoise boiled down to its most essential ingredients, sans vibes and sound layering. I mean, I understand that everything's supposed to sound like it's falling apart in "All-Encompassing Dust," but glaring musical mistakes distract me from falling apart with it.