This is the fourth album by these underrated Houston garage punks, a pretty dodgy proposition for a genre where three good albums is two more than expected. And, whilst nothing hereon moves me like “Don’t Tell Me I Know” off of 2008’s Ragged Island, one certainly can’t attribute that to ill-conceived deviations from the formula ((said formula consisting of sounding like Chuck Berry for maybe two seconds and maybe like a garaged-up version of the Mullens for another three)). That said, they still cook pretty good on tracks like “Third Time Down,” and it’s killing me that i can’t place the ‘60s punk riff they stole for “Mizzeree Jim.” Well, gimme another three or four albums and i’ll think of it. BEST SONG: “Third Time Down.” BEST SONG TITLE: “Ridin’ Through the Reich.” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: I am strangely obsessed with the fact that the band’s name is both rightside-up and upside down on the cover, so no matter which way you prefer to orient the crudely scrawled crotch shot upon which their logo is superimposed, their name looks correct.
–norb (Little T&A)