Finally! The answer to the question no one asked: what do you get if you mix the equivalent of the talentless Strokes with the dreary pretentiousness of Oasis? Nice try masquerading four unremarkable songs with elaborately unnecessary packaging: a ridiculously thick piece of wood with the band’s name and album title branded (yes, like the frat boys do on their arms) onto the cover. No matter how much you polish it, a turd is still a fucking turd. –Juan Espinosa (Limited Appeal, blackhelicopter.bandcamp.com)