Garagey, grungy rock with a painted-on sneer, halfway between Fuck You and Whatever. The basics hew obvious: slumpy tempos, crunchy guitar, nasal shouting; though somebody at least had the decency to ball this up and put some creases and kinks in to keep it a *little* unpredictable. Into Yer Shtik's the highlight and best example: a little startstop here, a little slide guitar there, a bottomdrop, doubletime bridge to cap it.
But even at its best, the album's stuck trying to drag its calves out of its own mudhole, too consistent and persistent in its sludgy chords and vague, punk-lite disapproval and checkdout disinterest to really spark your attention 2.5/5
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