This is some super sugary pop punk. It’s sweet like eating watermelon until you get a stomach ache. Tiger Shovel Nose play two songs here that are very much reminiscent of early ‘60s female rock and roll but with an edge. Like a sped up Holly Golightly, or a band you would expect to be playing in a Quentin Tarantino movie: the singer in a poodle skirt and the guitarist with hair slicked into a pompadour and the protagonist tapping along in a way that let’s you know that sooner or later, someone’s gonna die a bloody death. Luckily, though, the seven inch ends while we’re all still alive.
–sean (I Don't Feel A Thing)