Right, then – who’s going to flame a band whose name comes from one of the classic lines from “Say Anything,” especially when they out-Clash the Arctic Monkeys and give their own backward-ass synths the finger at every turn? Everything on tap here is quanta beyond what you’d expect from a crew that carefully mimeos Weezer on the inhale only to belch out the riff from “Rock You Like a Hurricane” in a blast of onion breath (“New Orleans”). All this and their website is stupid-hilarious too. There is no excuse whatsoever for the lack of attention this album received for a full year – something that should hopefully change with the recent addition of pro PR and shelf space at Tower. Order at Tower Records
