Over five years in the making, this marathon double CD set is perhaps Stars Of The Lid's finest two hours. Stately and deliberate, it recalls a comet's majestic procession through the outer reaches of space, while the titles ("December Hunting for Vegetarian Fuckface," "That Finger on Your Temple Is the Barrel of My Raygun") show that even painstakingly constructing monolithic and harmonious sonic drones doesn't mean you have to abandon your sense of humor.