Don't leave yet! This is no gonzo banjo-sludge-jazz hybrid. It's just that Dimesland make mildly wonky tech death vignettes with a dash of electronic wheezing and a smattering of razor sharp vocals that would fit Patton's venom-spitting stage persona beautifully. Three of the six songs on offer here are instrumental, a condition for which they suffer not at all. When the band's singer does take the mike, his dry delivery very capably mimics Chuck Schuldiner's mid-period Death rasp. Incidentally, if these guys don't love Dysrhythmia then they should get their heads out of their time-changing asses. Don't be fooled by easy comparisons, though -- Dimesland make their very own brand of jarring racket. The contrast between barbed riffs and melancholy sound manipulation plays beautifully, displaying a variety of execution that makes the EP's already brisk 18 minutes feel even shorter. If Dimesland can sustain the quirky labyrinthine quality over the duration of a full-length record (and give that creature an arc wide enough to warrant the length), it would sure be worth hearing.