"With a voice that ripples both with qualities of the fatally bored and the endlessly yearning, McClellan's odd lyrical perspective works just as well: always feeling it's obsessed with the textures and the deficiencies of the biological world — feet, blood, breath. When it looks outward, it knows how vast the universe can be, but makes no effort to contextualize it. Fear, death and consciousness loom large, but they are mostly shapeless."
-Hear Nebraska