More than any of the previous outings, Ink spotlights the Effigies' canny command of tuneful (if not exactly hooky) postpunk songwriting."The Sound That Moves" and"Yes!" rock like nobody's business, and O'Connor's edgy playing and Kezdy's nervy shout keep everything just this side of speaker-shredding. The Effigies' most assured and accessible work, Ink cements the group's rep as one of Chi-town's finest. --- Trouser Press