An infectious mix of sloppy garage punk (though it could very well be I’m being fooled into this assumption by guitars that sound distorted by volume levels rather than stomp-boxes), alt-rock, and more arty fare. Like many of their In The Red peers, they can kick up a mighty thick cloud of loud, but on songs like “Wayne County Roads,” the cacophony is tempered by some catchy choruses that’ll have you singing along before you realize what yer doin’.
–jimmy (In The Red)