Beer-in-bag, dirty zombie action rock via San Pedro, CA. One song’s about a dinosaur bird plucking a friend off the street, then blood dripping from the sky. These two songs fit nicely, somewhere between the Bananas’ knack for making songs that rock hard and sweet yet remain fuzzy and gritty and the Fleshies’ superhuman ability to trailer hitch old-fashioned rock hooks onto new, not-quite-definable wingnut weirdness. Live, they boom the hell out of a living room. Recommended.