Reviewed by Eric Saeger
It’s nice when your average everyday rock band doesn’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 – perhaps the proudest achievement here is when they intersect the essences of Donovan and New Order on opening track ‘All Your Pretty Fates’. As the references above suggest, though, there’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). There’s an industrial tinge to it, also, a post-something-or-other that convinces you they’re not a bunch of upper-middle-class dicks with hair and varying levels of daddy envy (that’s a really important thing, if you’re not sure).