Reviewed by Eric Saeger
There may be much unfortunate confusion when people buy this LP expecting â€œpop-punk,â€ one of the main categories into which this stuffâ€™s been lumped. This stuff has nothing to do with the oversaturated emo market, as fans of Austin-based singer Mike Weibe (on leave from Riverboat Gamblers) would instinctively know. But the rest of us donâ€™t, and so their sound â€“ close to Redd Kross or half the bands that came out on the SST label in the 80s â€“ may come as a letdown to people whose tastes are in their feet. Itâ€™s a lost art theyâ€™re indulging in here, echoes of Replacements/Thermals/Spits garage with hooks that are simultaneously upbeat and vaguely edgy, Clash guitars, reverb pegged up, no budget, you get the drift. Itâ€™s a seminal post-punk moment in Weibeâ€™s career, speed reduced but not completely booted out of the picture; a good move that flies in the face of conventional indie-rock wisdom simply because itâ€™s truly indie-sounding.