Every single song on this LP sounds exactly the same. It’s like the Jenny Piccolo discography, but with folky music and a semi whiny voice that was slightly endearing during the first few listens to the A side, but which now makes me want to jump into this band’s drum kit while they’re playing and start a one man circle pit. The B side sounds just like the A side, except there’s a track with weird sound clips before the whiny-voiced dude goes straight back into it. The first time I heard this, I thought I would compare it to Andrew Jackson Jihad. I would like to apologize to the before-mentioned band for almost doing so. You guys don’t suck at all. Wish I could say the same for this LP.
–Rene Navarro (Stank House)