There’s something casually belligerent about this CD. Even the packaging—with the black and white image of this guy just standing there, and you know he’s thinking, “You can listen to this, but I don’t really give a shit,” and the way that, instead of including lyrics, he’s included a photograph of all of his notepad-scribbled lyrics side by side, completely unreadable—is just a casual middle finger, maybe issued in jest, maybe not. Musically, it’s poppy garage rock, Wisconsin style, with a lot of nonverbal fuck yous and guitar solos that also really couldn’t give a shit. Proof that being belligerent is the grown-up version of being snotty.
–mp (Crustacean)