I’m at a bit of a loss here, so I’m going to flat-out steal Maddy’s compare-a-band-to-a-brand-of-breakfast-cereal reviewing technique: As cereal goes, this 7 incher is a five bean salad. Maybe fine when you’re at a post-bris party with a bunch of your elderly blue-haired relatives, but nothing you’d want to encounter when you’re sitting down to a big brimmin’ bowl of Capt Crunch with Crunch Berries. As is often times the case with this sensitive stuff, it’s not totally without merit. Overall it’s a bit like lukewarm Hot Water Music. Musically it moves around and has some energy to it. But it shoots itself in the foot over and over again with it’s irksome self-consciousness posturing. Gravel up your voice all you want boys, you’re not fooling anyone – not even your friends, who are too nice to tell you to quit writing songs to assuage your stupid girlfriends. Urgh. Oh, and this was two bands? I couldn’t really tell.
–aphid (No Idea)