I’m not sure what I expected going into this, but it certainly wasn’t lo-fi acoustic music with two dudes shouting in unison over the backing track. The ultimate result is public transit punk, recorded for prosperity on inch-thick plastic and magnetic tape. Musically, the only thing that really seems reminiscent is the lazier tracks from Personal & The Pizzas, but Quitman does not boast any kind of hyperbolic stage personas. The output is lackadaisical and soothing—not exactly party music. There are the makings of something interesting in here, but with only these four barebones songs (one of them is borderline instrumental drone), it’s hard to know how much attention Quitman is worth. Grade: B.
–Bryan Static (Self-released, subject1.bandcamp.com)