Take the Reatards, Billy Childish, a pocketful of dirt thrown in the air and choked on, polyps on vocal chords, static, feedback, no bass, all played in a house that’s about to collapse, and that’s what the Innocents are going for. It’s lo-fi, shows flashes of much greater competence beneath the rubble, yet the din fits ‘em perfectly like a stained, decade-old denim jacket frayed at all the edges with the elbows blown out.
–todd (Jonny Cat)