I try to never judge a tape by its cover. However, when I
saw the cop walking by an overflowing sewer towards a guy in an embroidered
Jacques Le Coque jacket concealing a joint that spelled out the album name on
the front of the j-card, I knew I was in for a fun listen. Turns out I was
absolutely right. The music on this tape sounds like the smell of cheap beer
acquired with a fake id for a gathering of young oddball types in somebody’s
parent’s basement that has no air conditioning and is taking place on a Friday
night while the rest of the school is at the big football game. This isn’t
music for jocks and the kids at the ‘popular table’. The vocals can be a little
whiny, the guitars are soaked in reverb, and songs are dominated by themes of
angst and fun mostly had while intoxicated. Like most fuzzy garage pop, it’s
best enjoyed at a loud volume and a light heart. Tap into your juvenile side and give it a
listen.
-- Roy Blumenfeld
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