Formidable pseudo-folk that’s actually disguised as rock that was so in vogue about ten years ago. Listening to this record feels like a flashback, reminding me of all the unremembered bands that released an album, maybe a few EPs, and then disappeared forever. At The Escatones’ harshest moments, they sound reminiscent of Future Virgins or Sexy. During their lighter songs, a bit like Landlord. It could fit right at home on the Recess catalog. Personally, I could do without the four-minute-long blues jams and long-ass outro track, but that’s still a batting average of more than half the record. Grade: B.
–Bryan Static (Self-released)