Supreme Dicks' last album is also their most fully realized. On The Emotional Plague, the group successfully blends all the delicious obscurities of their, up to this point, fractured aesthetic: lo-fi weirdness, Crazy Horse-flavored desolation, Krautrock groovery, rustic folk. Be prepared, because this is one hell of a journey. Individual songs melt effortlessly into one another, creating a kind of cryptic ebb-n-flow. There are moments -- especially in and around the song "Adoration de l'Agneau Mystique" -- when the listening experience is not unlike following a stranger into a dark alley.