Acoustic songs filled with fear, loathing, and plenty of drinking. If you don’t mind trumpet squalls mixed in with the strained vocals, you may like it. At least titles like “Whiskey Is My Kind of Lullaby” and “I Want Cancer for Christmas” show potential for creativity. But Johnny Hobo’s side may need a few songwriting revisions with help from Boxcar Willie at the campsite. Mantits tries to be clever with smart ass lyrics, but end up sounding like a third rate Ween. Have I mentioned lately that I hate Ween—with a passion?
–koepenick (Spare Change)