90 Day Men exhibit something I'd call "Chicago maturation," a term I just made up to fit this thesis, in that their sound has mutated from the pure bombast of (It [Is] It) Critical Band, on which their Steve Albini influence is more in evidence, to the blithe yet mopey Panda Park, which sounds like they've been locked in a padded room with nothing but a supply of valium, a piano and copies of Aladdin Sane and Grace. For reference, see Siamese Dream vs. Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, or Spiderland vs. Millions Now Living Will Never Die--
Wait a second. This whole premise is breaking down. Fuck.
Here's what it boils down to: If you like Bowie, Jeff Buckley, Sooyoung Park and Prince, then Panda Park is so far up your "alley" that it could take your temperature.