Dirtbag rockers who know how to kick in a GIANT kickin. 3 piece, but with the power of production. Every expanse of spare plucking and muttering is a setup for a tidal wave of buzz, simmering anger into fatfuck delta swagger.
The title track's satire, self-loathing first person, right? It's hard to tell patriotism from patriotic self-disgust these days. I sense that the boys are a bit of both -- who's more fit to be disgusted by this country than someone who loves it? Loving America's a fucking complicated proposition these days.
Nate Cook's rasp wears a little thin by the end, and there's not enough variety to fully keep your attention, but there's a real shitkicking rock band in there, and for the first few giant climaxes, its a thrill (bet they're rippin live 3.5/5
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