Way too many wild garage party bands trying way too hard out there, which makes Psychic Baos a godsend. They find the exact perfect mid-pace beat, lay some organ on top, have a guy with Mick Farren-level weariness sing some words. He doesn’t have Farren’s gravelly, “Half Price Drinks” voice or his Brit accent, but he sounds tired and I can relate. Who gives a fuck about energy? Anybody can be young. Try being old.
–Matt Werts (Magnetic South, magneticsouthrecordings.org)