Our Lady Peace. I Mother Earth. We've heard all the albums, seen all the videos, read all the bios. But every now and then, just for a second, we still have trouble remembering which is which.

Turns out we're not alone. On their fourth album, even I Mother Earth seem to be mixed up. The Quicksilver Meat Dream -- perhaps the goofiest album title, coincidentally, since OLP's Happiness is Not a Fish That You Can Catch -- finds the once-commercial foursome discarding their ripped blue jeans and post-grunge riffs for the sort of arty pretension only Raine Maida could love.

All the self-indulgent prog-rock signposts are here: Prime-number time signatures. Bombastic arrangements. Electronic squiggles. Charles Bukowski poetry. Eye-rollingly incomprehensible lyrics like, "Everyone's an air flow through the blond dirt." Over-reaching, over-long, chorus-free songs with titles like 0157:H7, Soft Bomb Salad and the eight-minute epic Meat Dreams: I. Umbilical Transmissions. II. We Be Nine. III. That's Quite an Erection, Eric. IV. Blondes and Bluster.

The point? Some absurd malarkey about conception and birth and life and death and the subconscious and blah blah blah who cares anyway? Not us. And not anybody who dug songs like One More Astronaut.

On the plus side, though, maybe Raine and OLP will like Quicksilver Meat Dream enough that the two bands will merge into one ego-driven supergroup -- Our Lady Earth Peace Mother I, perhaps? -- and save us all some confusion. (More on I Mother Earth)

Track Listing
1. 0157:H7
2. Choke
3. I Is Us
4. God Rocket (In The Heart Of Las Vegas)
5. Like The Sun
6. Hell & Malfunction
7. Soft Bomb Salad
8. Juicy
9. No Coma
10. Meat Dreams
11. Passenger