Ex-Humpers and ex-Bleeders make up this band that reminds me of the Hyenas, the Supersuckers, and Nashville Pussy. You know, the types of bands who claim to be dangerous ex-felons and boast that “anything can happen at our shows,” when, in reality, everything about their live performances is choreographed—the guitarist’s poses, the bass players facial expressions, the drummers stick twirls—and predictable. I didn’t hear anything exciting on this disc and rolled my eyes and chuckled at the tough guy band photo they have superimposed on top of the CD. Real bad assed.
–benke (Zodiac Killer)