Imagine yourself young... reaching into the crammed glove compartment of a 155,000-mile Honda Civic for a skated CD copy of Karate’s 1997 sophomore album In Place of Real Insight. Pensive moods blossom into feverish rollicking, gracefully tip-toeing around aggressive punk explosions without getting bent out of shape, stretching out slowcore’s quietest reveries till their reflective notes sound ripped from an improvisational jazz session. Imagine yourself dumb... a rumble-proof Discman with cassette adapter balances between the emergency brake and ashtray. Here comes your ride.