Canadian, punk-informed, hairy-voiced, Lemmy-lovin’ rock, matching the sensibilities and sounds of Minneapolis’s Midnight Evils. So, it’s not ironic. It’s not tedious. It’s not precious. They’ve got the good sense to shear off the solos, their songs are as sturdy as the buttons on a denim jacket, and they fly the punk and roll flag proudly. Not bad. Geek note: They appropriated the Volt Records label for the 45.