It takes some huevos to adopt a name jacked from a short within a Tarantino flick, primarily because both the name and its origin prejudices the listener to expect something, at worst, a bit off the beaten path and, at best, something wholly off the deep end. In this case, there are hints at both and results achieving neither. While one can hear the influence of gadflies like the Birthday Party buried here and there, both the arrangements and performances sound way too reined in to be effective, leaving one feeling like they’re a bit detached and maybe only half-committed to the whole endeavor. There’s potential here that might be kicked loose with a marathon listening session chock full of early Swans, Scientists, and maybe even a dash of X (the Australian band), but this here just ain’t quite where it should be on the kick-ass scale.

 –jimmy (Chicks Who Love Guns,