Having already procured what'll probably be the best band name/album title combo of the year, these Texan rock&punk&rollers aim for a garaged rowdiness that's radiant as it is dirty, sweet without nearing saccharine and rough without reaching ridiculous. Though a bit too customary to contend in any other 'of the year's, I'd say we have a winner -- consistently contagious, loud+blistering+raw complemented with the convivial+melodic, illuminated frontwoman (Sabrina Ellis) and bass-lines (Graham Low). It only really lets up for some post-party stoner-love acoustic whimsy near the end, buzzy keys and horns occasionally jab through and entirely enhance, and the slacker "bop bop" backups come off as both parody and panegyric of antique eras in rock music -- something they're also devoted enough to to make sure "sex & drugs" and "rock & roll" each get their own song; always a good sign.
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