Four solid blasts of feedback-drenched garage rock (and one weird outro) from Bloomington, recalling New Bomb Turks or a slower Zeke. The lead singer sounds snide and angry, with an underlying sexual and existential frustration. More evidence of this comes out in the lyrics of “Nice Guy” and “Kick Rocks,” though, I admit I can make very little out. They bring the rock in a major way; not much else to say. Wait, they’re better than the movie they stole their title from. Heresy it may be, yet, I can confidently say that.
–Craven Rock (Let’s Pretend)