It's a testament to the scattershot nature of Ether Teeth, though, that Broder can follow that borderline atrocity with something so lovely as "Wallpaper Sink or Swim," an 11-minute piano-driven track that peaks with the album's most lucid lyrical refrain: "We're goats, we'll eat tin cans/We're carp, we'll eat tin cans." "Wallpaper" best balances Broder's rural turntablist taste for explosions of found noise--be it chirping birds or a chorus of kazoos or the open-mouthed chewing of gum--and delicate, minimally arranged in-betweens. The more I listen to Ether Teeth, the less I like it, but songs such as the album-opening "Plum Dumb," full of gorgeous guitars and anarchic whirring backdrops, suggest hope for the future if the yet-young Broder can learn to better separate the wheat from the chaff.