Have you ever imagined what it would sound like if you crossed the dying animal screech of Black Francis with unintelligible, drunken slur of Tim Armstrong? I didn’t either until the second song on this disc. Now picture that with music that reminds me a little of a less great combination of Riverboat Gamblers and Fucked Up… Shit, I’m confusing myself at this point. I guess I’m saying I like the music better than the vocals on this, but I still find myself enjoying most of it. I’ll have to see what happens with more listening.
–ty (Transistor 66, transistor66.com)