It’s impossible to write about HEY WHAT – let alone think about it – without thinking about the tragedy of Mimi Parker’s death that happened a year after its release, thus making it the final Low album and maybe giving the album an unfair air of finality. But even within that context HEY WHAT is an album that is unrelenting in its wounded beauty; bathed in maximum overdrive and lurching chords straight from the pages of doom metal, the cacophony never threatens to snuff out the glory of Parker and Alan Sparhawk’s harmonies. In fact, those harmonies cut through the noise like a hot knife. Guiding you deeper into the warped octaves, malfunctioning machinery, and bliss that hits your face with the force of wind through a speeding car. If this be the end, so be it. It is glorious and triumphant.