Three fifths of this EP have al­ready trick­led out very slow­ly in the form of demos and dig­i­tal sin­gles. Fi­nal­ly, we can wit­ness the thing in full now. I'd say the Nashville out­fit have found their own unique lit­tle niche in­side a crowd­ed pool of egg-re­lat­ed weird­ness, their jan­g­ly garage punk det­o­na­tions shrunk­en to mi­cro­scop­ic scale… a bit like a su­per-mut­ed in­car­na­tion of R.M.F.C. with ad­di­tion­al hints of Print Head, Neo Neos or ear­ly Erik Ner­vous.