I think I just got mind fucked. This starts off on a blues kick. And it continues on as such. I’m digging it. It sets the tone to make me feel like I’m in a coffee shop somewhere in the Midwest, east of Chicago. It’s a good place to be. The energy gets taken up a notch with a rockabilly-ish band that kind of sounds like if Pretty Boy Thorson was actually just a skinny, angry nerd (basically, me). I’ve heard of coffee shops having shows in the later hours, so it still fits. Then it suddenly goes to noisy, bordering on nü-metal. That’s where I’m thrown. I like the first half of this, because, apparently, I hate punk rock.
–joe (Chain Smoking)