Boring, messy, and pretentious, Check Engine's self-titled disc is one painful listen. Who knows why math rock this decrepit gets released in the first place. The titles of the songs and the album art are far more interesting than any of the music contained within. Poor singing sends the whole aiffair to the lower rungs of what could even be considered enjoyably medicore music. For those with unlimited amounts of patience and a love for anything irritating.