The year is 2007. A group of young men find themselves approaching the end of something. There is a soundtrack that accompanies a series of repressed memories. There is an intermission. There is almost zero plot. It will be over a lot sooner than you think. You are in no rush. You are in the opposite of a rush.
"Rienspects's ode to youth is a lot of things all at once. It is metaphysical and mystical. It is also crass and guttural. It is brilliant and bawdy. Fundamentally, it is a great (not good) novel that manages to convey so much without having a discernible plot. It is a fictional artifact, a recording of one unimportant period of time in the life of a nobody. It is a universal story in that way. Rienspects captures the fleeting vibrations of life as it is lived."- Arbogast, Editor of Terror House Magazine "I was brought to tears on more than one occasion. Left with heartwarming full body chills. Incredible s*$%"
-Jesse Larkin
"Light and breezy, like a more focused version of Harassment Architecture. I hate to say it but the arrogance appears warranted."
- Zulu Alitspa, Modem Waves
- Ben List, Austin Macauley "So lame it cuts back to being cool again."
-Ogden Nesmer, I Pray to the Hungry God