"Token She-Van" is a dizzying nine-minute chunk of supernatural ambient pop -- like My Bloody Valentine's "Soon" dunked in a Virgin Island and dragged by a speed boat. Bobbing up occasionally to graze the surface, but not allowed to breathe, Ian Masters and Chris Trout playfully create a colorful, relentless water body that you don't want to escape from. They're drowning you in it, but you could really care less. Where Masters' prior outfit, the Pale Saints, allowed you to patter up and down on the shoreline, here he drops you off a cliff for an unexpected nude dive. Random dubbed-up percussion and various electronic effects dart in and out of the speakers, colliding, separating, and joining together like a pack of synchronized fish. Masters' spatial cooing and sighing float in and out, serving the same role as any of the other rhythmic elements. The only problem is that the track is too short. Chances are an evil subconscious of Masters and Trout made the duo edit out what could have been a hallucinatory hour's worth of bliss, like Manuel Gottsching's E2-E4. It's probable they were reluctant to end the joy, too, as the track ends as ubruptly as a stop button. The remaining four tracks are okay, somewhat on par with the duo's full length EP and not as fantastic as Masters' ESP Summer record with Warren Defever.
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AllMusic Review by Andy Kellman