No other band has constructed anything quite like
                          the obtuse, mind-boggling sonic structures that they have.
                          Constantly twisting, turning,
                          tormenting their way into agonizing yet welcome release, the
                          Northern California based quartet's songs often sound like
                          sentient entities all of their own. Its surprising that there have
                          been no reports of listeners being sucked in by their opaque
                          beauty and almost contradictory murkiness, never
                          to be heard from again.
                          Training For Utopia was formed in October of 1996 by
                          drummer Morley Boyer, bassist Steve Saxby and guitarist
                          Don Clark- who soon invited his brother Ryan (late of the more
                          straight-forward hardcore band Focal Point) into the fold to
                          sing and play guitar. They assembled with no specific agenda;
                          some of them were Christian, some of them were straight
                          edge- but their only true purpose was to compose songs of
                          absolutely devastating artistic catharsis.
Their four song Falling Cycle ep on Solid State quickly drew
                          comparisons to off-time merchants Coalesce and the genre
                          defining Neurosis. The follow-up full length, Plastic Soul
                          Impalement, further explored Training For Utopia's penchant
                          for composing lengthy, personal everything-is-at-stake
                          sounding songs of nearly cinematic proportions.
                          But it was in fact their two song contribution to a split EP with
                          their close brothers in Zao that incessantly hinted at the
                          experimental territory the band would later chart with their
                          latest slab, the appropriately titled Throwing A Wrench Into
                          The American Music Machine. Training For Utopia are at once
                          alarmingly bittersweet, remarkably romantic and mournfully
                          tragic, yet often tongue-in-cheek (opening track "50,000
                          Screaming TFU Fans Can't Be Wrong"). Their songs cut a
                          path of brutal-honesty-disguised-as-playful-savvy not seen
                          since the glory days of Nation Of Ulysses.
                          Their new album sees them experimenting with loops,
                          samples and trance- inducing effect trickery that blends the
                          somber beauty of Nine Inch Nails with the abrasive edge of
                          Atari Teenage Riot and the pop sensibilities of Marilyn
                          Manson and David Bowie. Add to that the creepy erie-ness of
                          Today Is The Day, and you have a band that is truly
                          transcendent, ultimately residing in a league all of their own.
                          Training For Utopia�s songs tug at the heart strings, they
                          inspire, they cause laughter and sorrow simultaneously-
                          running through the full range of human emotion minute by
                          agonizing minute.
                          Throwing A Wrench Into The American Music Machine comes
                          beautifully packaged with stark imagery masterfully
                          constructed by Don, who's moonlighting work as a graphic
                          designer has graced the pages of Heckler magazine in the
                          past. Uncompromisingly ambitious? You betcha. Training For
                          Utopia is a commitment to working towards a beautiful
                          crescendo that may never come, yet they persist feverishly in
                          their craft nevertheless. Isn't that what the term "training for
                          utopia" is all about?