Mouth of the Architect Time and Withering Translation Loss is definitely a triumph when a band can keep the attention of someone who possesses a near-ADHD attention span (like myself) with songs that haughtily surpass and defecate on the ten-minute mark. There has to be something special about any band that can keep me-a person who rises suspicion in speed enforcement cops and border guards the world over due to an inability to keep my eyes from darting to-and-fro while in conversation-fist-banging like a drunken Slayer fan, foot stomping like the hillbillies in Deliverance and mouthing lyrics like that lazy-eyed kid in your English class who read everything while moving his lips. For Ohio's Mouth of the Architect are the cure for what ails as they rumble along with three epic length tracks-plus the five underdeveloped minutes that make up Heart Eaters-that are eerie and airy, yet of crushing capacity and Herculean proportions. Taking a page from the dog-eared textbook of Neurosis, Godflesh and Isis monumental Oceanic album, Mot hypnotically entice the listener into A Vivid Chaos and The Worm with teasing melodies and deceptively catchy, Ennio Morricone effected sounds before crashing down with orchestrated guitars that wrangle moods, strangle emotions and crush like the pneumatic press that killed Governor Schwarzenegger in the first Terminator movie. Their sound is as equally warm and inviting as it is ballistic and unrelenting and they make the most with the space and time they give themselves to build, layer, pillage, kill and destroy before starting the process all over again. Fuck Ritalin when you've got Mouth of the Architect.