Fuck, this is surprisingly good. I was really ready to slaughter this record. I typically really hate neo-’60s folk-rock/psychedelic bands. They’re usually unimaginative, affecting a style of music that died nearly forty years ago. But The Satelliters have a lot going for them: a singer who can sing, great musicianship, and a considerable knowledge of mid ‘60s rock‘n’roll (Love, early Byrds, Kinks, etc.). I mean, a lot of the Satelliters’ shit is directly stolen from Kingsmen records (dubbing crowd noises on a studio LP) and Byrds albums (guitar effects taken from Notorious Byrd Brothers); and I’m sure the Satelliters are quite proud of it. So, while the Satelliters are not raising the bar on garage revival (like Greg Cartwright), they’re certainly fun and “authentic” enough to throw onto your turntable.