NUMBER ONES, THE: Self-titled: LP

Great to finally get to hear this record that I’ve been hearing so many gush on and on about. Dublin’s the Number Ones have found the missing link between the proto-punk of the Nerves and the irresistible charm of the Exploding Hearts. Lending to their already stellar songwriting is the keen ability to keep shit nice and simple behind the control board in the recording studio. Quick! Someone get these lads on a plane to the states so they can eat something other than corned beef and so we can pour cheap, ironic American beer down their throats as they rock us back to the stone age. Great times await us all. 

 –Juan Espinosa (Deranged, derangedrecords.com)