This is something. Part fuzzed-out power pop, part space garage. There’s a ton of guitar pedal fuckery going on here, but it never feels like it’s at odds with the song’s overall power and energy. Witness this: a musician so high on his own supply, so into the science he’s laying down that his work shines with an unabashed jubilance. When the music comes out so certifiably fun, it’s hard to judge the more minor artistic inconsistencies. This record doesn’t start a party, it is the evidence that a great party once occurred, and the sounds that bellows from your speaker systems infect the air like a virus, turning unsuspecting civilians into partygoers. Grade: A-.
–Bryan Static (Burger, burgerrecords.org)