I really liked their second album, which was the first with the name Darlington, which was Queers/Ramonesy fodder saved by some brilliantly stupid lyrics rife with self-deprecating potshots at their obviously derivative sound. Everything else I’ve heard, however, just hasn’t grabbed my attention in the same way, and this is no different. You can easily draw the same musical reference points, but, from what I can tell, the sense of humor that made them so initially attractive ain’t here, and the resulting record just doesn’t stand out from the HUGE pack of bands treading the same stagnant water. This is limited to three hundred and if you dig ’em you’ll dig this, but it did fuck all for me.
–todd (X)