The score’s simple. A punk supergroup plucks up a mailroom shipper, who can really fuckin’ croon, out from a karaoke bar, and they continue to play long after the joke was supposed to get stale. Eventually, they get to tow a bar along with them on the Warped Tour with Heather of the Teen Idols being their personal bartender. Three albums down and countless 7”s on multiple independent labels, it’s still really quite astonishing how good they are. I can’t say I’ve ever voluntarily listened to Stevie Wonder (they do “I Just Called to Say I Love You” and “Isn’t She Lovely”) or seventy percent of what they cover, but their albums are great for family visits and long drives in mixed company (read people who like top forty or contemporary country). As always, thumbs up. The message in the matrix acetate is pretty funny too, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise.
–todd (No Idea)