The eight-piece calling themselves The Hockey Night must have a very short attention span; either that, or a very low boredom threshold, as they leap from one idea to the next in less time than it takes to cook an egg. Like a compilation LP in a song, these guys go from electronica to synth esoterica, to light pop, to new wave organ pulsar-trance, to female chamber spiritual, to Beck-like white hip-hop, all in an instant, then vaguely weave them together. Then, a song or two later, they go from metally-grunge to folk at the drop of a pin. Mainly the creation of one Paul Sprangers (it must be a riot to be inside his head as the gears turn), these people must spend their hockey-viewing-time playing around with every studio trick they can to mess with a post-punk tune while watching the Maple Leafs play the Canucks. If you think too much music is predictable, we have some Ritalin for you here on Rad Zapping.
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AllMusic Review by Jack Rabid