I had to co-search these guys with local superkids Vundabar, so similar is their embrace of shambling pop-punk, loping surf, and cowboy twang. Even the cover art's a total Vundabar pose. But I can't fathom a connection, just an independent arrival at a bountiful crossroads, not far from the Astro Coast.
It's almost too perfect, too designed. Even the messy songs, the long songs, the things that throw me off the trail feel like designed trail-throwers. It's hard to shake it. When I do shake it it's damn near the perfect album, packed with wander and spike and absurdity and drift -- in a better world this'd be crushing the radio 4/5
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