This record see-saws between weird/not weird. It’s energetic, and just-this-side-of-spastic. It’s got that fast-coasting, hands-off-handlebars downhill speed of Asheville’s Dead Things; the crunchy, shardy, broken lollipop of punk and pop that Hunchback sucked on; and the ragged and tattered glory of Allergic To Bullshit. It all adds up to a charm sum greater than the parts. Repeated listens verify that there’s some undeniable songcraft underneath. It helps that the production’s not tarted up to be anything except fuckin’ awesome DIY punk songs.
–todd (Let’s Pretend)