It’s with mixed emotions that listeners may discover the debut 7” from these punky noisemakers is neither psychedelic or horseshit. Go figure.
The three-song platter depends less on acid-inspired guitar noodling than it does the clattering lo-fi rumble of early Pavement, Ariel Pink and even Bill Callahan.
The result’s inviting, if you like your choruses rough around the edges and punched up with a good dose of attitude. Best played through a busted boombox, where the “Peter Gunn” snarl of “Ring on the Curse” can leave blisters. – Punk Planet, November/December 2006
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