Perfectly okay lo-fi, mid-tempo (read: pretty slow) homage material that touches on the porches claimed by Link Wray and Hasil Adkins, only nowhere as good. Sorta deranged (read: not that deranged) and rambly. Although they’ve got the countrified/ electric hillbilly distortion down, the deep hooks just don’t set in. The voice doesn’t contain the haunt, menace, or pathological liar/ saint quality to make this unique while the instruments plod down heavily trodden blues paths. Nothing to make fun of. Nothing to praise. I almost forget what they sounded like, seconds after the needle lifted up.
–todd (Die Slaughterhaus)