Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains were the rat kings of nihilistic, self-destructive folk punk, proudly shrieking songs about masturbation, drug abuse, and downright dirty living. Songwriter Pat The Bunny is no longer that guy; however, he still brandishes an acoustic guitar and shouts like he’s on his last legs. On “I’m Going Home,” he sings, “Can you believe there are people that come to me for advice?… / I got sober by going to rehab / Punk rockers ask me how I did it, hoping for an easier way.” His songs are ballads about painful memories, anarchy, and the perseverance required to get through the day. I’ve listened to Pat The Bunny in various incarnations (Johnny Hobo, Wingnut Dishwashers Union, Ramshackle Glory), but never before has he sounded so clear, so concise, and so damn moving. His type of raw, plaintive songwriting is off-putting for many, but for those who don’t mind sharing his misery for a few minutes are bound to appreciate the honesty.
–Sean Arenas (Plan-it-X, plan-it-x.com)