This band, and this album, is a fucking glorious, disgusting mess. And it’s called White People Problems! Don’t let the cock-and-balls and semen font fool you, these songs are downright sweet, sentimental, and lovelorn. If “I Ain’t Wrong” doesn’t bring a tear to your eye, well, fuck you. Lo-fi, garage-y pop in a Burger Records sort of way. I can’t believe they didn’t draw any penises on the label name. That joke just makes itself.
–Sal Lucci (Resurrection)