“I used to know what to expect from U.S. Maple. Like a lot of wholly original bands, they'd become ironically predictable: each album had the lurching start/stops, the grim ashen-throat vocals, and the jittery guitars that needled your ears like pipe cleaners. In a world of stagey, contrived avant- and anti-rock, U.S. Maple were one of the few bands that didn't wink at you, and one of even fewer th”
