Reviewed by Eric Saeger
This Gainsville-based unplugged-punk unit would be a perfect warm-up for Mumford & Sons, from their banjo-banging hillbilly depravity to their raspy, drunken vocals, which reveal these fellers as heavy users of Kings of Leon (there are dead-on imitations of Caleb Followill, most prominently on â€˜Alwaysâ€™, which will undoubtedly pose problems in the grand scheme of things). For the most part itâ€™s banjo, fiddle, suggestions of poor dentistry, all with one eye toward mixing things up a little with Reel Big Fish. Along with this, though, is an odd flavor of Grateful Dead, a vanilla-pop sort of thing that helps a little to separate this band from the formidable scrum of contenders reading from the same rudimentary blueprint. I donâ€™t believe thereâ€™s a lot of spare room for this type of approach in Bonnaroo land, not without a bit of glitch sampling or something else that might really brand them, so their workload is pretty deep.