Originally published in Verbicide issue #6

Right off the bat, I’ll let you know this album did nothing for me. This is the standard ’70s style rock and roll a la Nashville Pussy and Electric Frankenstein. Unlike the other bands I just mentioned, these dudes don’t rip and can’t sing to save their lives. Let’s hope they stay in the bar scene and spare the kids!

Oh yea, there is one good thing about this release. It only has eight songs!

(Rodent Popsicle Records, PO Box 1143, Boston, MA 02134)