Lo-fi, down home creepiness in the best possible sense. It’s equal parts reckless Mummies slop, Hasil Adkins porch stomp, and something very bizarre that I can’t quite put my finger on. It’ll grow on you like some weird fungus, and then the next thing you know, you’ll be weaving down the sidewalk with half a jug of wine in your hands and these songs in your head. Embrace the madness.
–josh (Nation of Kids)