So. If you’re a jazz illiterate like yours truly, heed this advise: Listening to the Steve McQueens‘ sophomore album almost feels like reading a book in reverse, with jumbled letters. That is until we figured out maybe we could get creative as to how we should hear this. In that respect, please listen to the album in reverse, not the back masking – looking for satanic messages kind, rather, playing from the last track to first, just to ease into the very cerebral experience that is Hephaestus. Trust us on this.