Pure fucking electricity. Take the hot, crunchy directness of the River City Tanlines, the holy-shit-we’re-gonna-die-happy-tonight winning-through-losing vibe of the Tyrades, and somehow serve that with a side ice-creamy goodness of Josie Cotton (Wha? I can’t figure it out either, but damm, if it don’t work, like cotton candy made with gunpowder.) My only complaint? Too short. Me want more.
–todd (Shit Sandwich)