Mid-paced, whoah-oh-y, L.A.-by-way-of-late-‘70s London pub rock: Cock Sparrer meets Social Distortion. I think the band needs to make some decisions. All the elements of a spitting type of chaos are there. Some sparks. Some gas. But they sound way too complacent, like a kid with pleading eyes saying, “Like this? Should I do it like this?” instead of just going for it. The band sounds like they’re reading instruction manuals while playing instead of attempting to tumble through the speakers and knocking the dentures out of your grandma. In other words, a band that fits perfectly opening up for whatever band Duane Peters is in this week, but not the headliner.
–todd (Rebel Sound)