Ornery, ass-kicking, snoose-spitting rock that falls somewhere between early Hookers and the Midnight Evils. This is scruffy facial-haired, beer bellied, slam-a-shot-of-Jack, pit-stained wifebeater rock that has a certain beehive-in-the-outhouse charm that I tend to cotton to. I like. Now just come up with a less lame band name and we can begin start discussing what sort of membership gifts I’ll receive for joining the band-formally-known-as Amps II Eleven’s official Fan Club.
–aphid (Smog Veil)