Shameless prog-rock meets trance, this album’s like being trapped in a rave version of Legend of Zelda with ELP and the cheesiest slap bassist. All to say, there’s a strong whiff of Spinal Tap and the epic to Glass Swords (and lots of slap bass). The tracks may be stuffed to exploding point with cheese, but there’s method to the madness that teeters between hand-waving rave happy highs and frenetic, yet highly controlled, breakdowns. Ultimately, Glass Swords feels like an acid fl ashback where the needle is skipping, breaking down time and space into stuttering fragments of past and future raves.