Although from San Francisco, The Complaints are reminiscent of part of OC’s Hostage Records roster of the early-to-mid ‘00s. Rock’n’roll with punk swagger like D-Cup, Damaged Goods, The Pegs. That said, it sounds a little like they’re driving around with the parking brake on. Music like this is best when it sizzles, when it hits the guard rail, when it sounds like you’d get an STI by just listening to it. Although proficient, I wish it was nastier, sleazier, and shoving its hands down the front of pants of the ladies in the front row (sonically). Or at least sparking the guard rail when it comes close to a cliff.