The production can actually trick you into liking this in small doses. Those guitars are huge, those drums do hit hard, but there's no soul here, it's all just too trite, too garage revival pounded with the Karen O hammer into salable shapes. There's something gnawing at you at the back of your brain while you listen, some too-perfect-twerking-mishap that makes this no fun.
The White Stripes, to pick one band these girls sound a lot a lot like, pulled their own mythological slight of hand, sure, but they pulled it off, sounding Detroit-raised, gritty and ready to hit the road. These girls met in a crocheting class in Los Angeles and it shows.
When you make rock and roll this stripped down all that matter is soul, and I don't think these girls got it 2.5/5
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