There’s apparently a zine that accompanies this with lyrics ‘n’ assorted tales, but I wasn’t privy to it, so based solely on the music, yer gettin’ quasi-angry poppy/punk/indie stuff here. While the nasal vocal delivery kinda wears thin and the songs start to blend into one another after a while, Mr. Boy knows his way around a hook and lyrics, and in smaller, more digestible bites, the tunes would make for worthwhile radio listening, assuming of course the radio was still worth listening to in the first place.

 –jimmy (Discount Horse, discount-horse.com)