I don’t know what a Swamp Gospel Promise is, nor do I truly understand Norwegians’ command of cocky hooks and glam (Turbonegro, natch), but I do know I’m very thankful this wasn’t another surf band. To be fair, matching suits and weird/bad album art or photos can get me judging faster than I can read the book. The consistent touch of distortion on the vocals seems heavy-handed when A.) it appears that he can actually hold a note and B.) garage rock credentials are firmly cemented in the Farfisa and harmonica/tambourine action. An excellent surprise, touching my inner Apocalypse Dude, and an incredibly worthy soundtrack to an evening of getting some dirty dazzle on.
–Matt Seward (Astma)