In what junkyard did these guys find such battered equipment? How do they make it sound so good? Like the soundtrack to some raucous surf film, Cassavetes beatniks foot-stomping on the bar at some dive covered in sawdust. Post-apocalyptic beach-blanket-bingo. Fuzzed out. Fuzzed out like a dying cat, like a haunted locomotive. Interlaced with all the Buddy Holly rebellion are Stooges/Pixies/Nirvana riffs that are more concerned with the speedy blues admired and emulated in early rock, yet each song sounds very distinct, albeit washed in a surf motif in which the rockabilly often crashes into a curious progression, twisting into a nightmare. A ripping cover of Captain Beefheart’s "Drop Out Boogie" really solidifies where these guys are coming from, the sort of hip shaking back-beat replication, the jittery and paranoid delivery, the shriek at the end of the howl. - Shawn Goldberg