Reviewed by Eric Saeger
Itâ€™s nice when your average everyday rock band doesnâ€™t just patch together some influences but actually demonstrates shared ground between sounds. These Brooklynites, when not time-sharing between Hives and Kaiser Chiefs, are shoegazers with purpose and obvious deep reserves of listening experience â€“ perhaps the proudest achievement here is when they intersect the essences of Donovan and New Order on opening track â€˜All Your Pretty Fatesâ€™. As the references above suggest, though, thereâ€™s much straightforwardness going on here: guitars, drums, a polite amount of anger, like Gang of Four with too much reverb (and better songs, if I may). Thereâ€™s an industrial tinge to it, also, a post-something-or-other that convinces you theyâ€™re not a bunch of upper-middle-class dicks with hair and varying levels of daddy envy (thatâ€™s a really important thing, if youâ€™re not sure).