I am inching closer and closer to liking the Dukes, but I’m still not yet there, and I can’t place my finger on it. The music: very similar to Hot Water Music. Definitely not a direct rip, but the similarities are startling. They can capture claustrophobic moments that break open to wide-open rides of songs that aren’t afraid to let the bass ride in the front seat. Jeff’s voice is the biggest departure and it sounds like a blown-out speaker. Maybe it’s the pitch, but it makes me wince. I feel my brow furrow as I type this. I do, however, give full props to the album art. It’s so simple – a picture of a 32 oz. beer being poured into a gas tank. That’s poetic. So many of my friends like these guys, and I want to wave the banner too, but I just can’t.
–todd (Attention Deficit Disorder)