I think the last time I saw these guys play, someone got stabbed with a broken bottle. Despite that, when I hear them, all I think of is fun and yay! (and all of the sudden my inner Ms. Tight Pants comes out, apparently). Everything about them sounds very Milwuakee, like it would fit right in with a bunch of sweaty kids in a basement. It has the feel of the happy, bounciness of Danny’s Modern Machines’ songs and some drops from the same pond of pop that the Chinese Telephones drink from. Damn good time here; I just hope they’re still together.