The first half of this Austin, Texas group’s newest LP succeeds mostly by way of sheer force and momentum in what admittedly ain’t the most subtle or sophisticated thing you’ve ever heard, a kinda classic riff- and shred-heavy brute force approach to garage punk we’ve previously heard from acts like Jean Mignon, Sauna Youth, Hamer, D. Sablu, Clamm or Sweet Reaper. It’s in the second half that this record really comes into its own though. Just right on time when the magic of rocket-fueled riffing starts to run into the realm of diminishing returns, they shake things up a quite bit and pull some of the album’s biggest standouts out of their hats like the the hymnic, catchy melancholia of Slacker’s Prom, the off-the-shelf-psychedelia-colliding-with-cowpunk explosion Beautiful Delilah, while the midtempo ballad What The Freaks Say offers something of a Vaguess vibe and the closing track Sympathy For Sunday shamelessly revels in drugged-out devil-worshipping acid rock excess.
