Dunno what the fuck they put in the water in Texas, but I can’t think of a place that’s added more to the odder fringes of punk’s twisted heart. This is keeping well within that tradition—eschewing almost entirely any of the usual stereotypical “punk” trappings—instead reveling in klezmer, lysergic country, circus music, and a bevy of other kitschy influences that are bent and fucked up in all the right ways. A nice ride that steps off the beaten path and finds many fun ponds in which to dip its toes. –Jimmy Alvarado (Pecan Crazy)