That title is no misnomer there, kids; they do indeed warble profusely in that fair country’s native tongue. Funny, but I’ve always wondered what these guys would sound like if they did originals, and I reckon this is about as close as it’s gonna get to that. This is one of those rare moments when I know fuck all about any of the covers they’re coverin’, but the band’s charm and uncanny ability to keep modern pop punk’s curse of “let’s increase our irrelevancy by sounding more and more like each other” completely at bay. No surprise, considering this is the same band that managed to make Barry Manilow sound good.
–jimmy (Fat)