Scott Faingold, ex-Houston Press Asst. Music Editor and obsessive-compulsive CD reviewer, shares his thoughts on our album.

Stripped-down, arty, energetic, sarcastic Houston post-punkers presenting with a likably blatant, mid-fi Double Nickels-era Minutemen approximation (right down to a Watt-spiel impression on “Metal”: how’s that for realism?). I would normally complain about such obvious derivation, but seeing as the W. era so plainly begs for this sort of thing I can’t bear to seem discouraging. Thanks, kids!