Splits the difference between surf rock and garage rock revival, sounding straight out of the 60's, belied by the hindsight to traveling-salesman across the map of its most bare-bones styles. Also splits the difference between underwhelming imitation (Sir Diddley's voice just doesn't quite get there -- a hair too thin) and, well, getting there, hypnotizing you into a headbob and a toetap, totally transported.
The guitars are sweeter than they need to be, and that get's it over the top into worth hearing, but I'm not sure that this buys you more than a run through Nuggets and [bargain bin surf rock compilation]. Perfectly good risk-free, charming fun 3.5/5
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