A New York eight piece band which boasts an impressive array of instruments ranging from slide whistle to digeridoo.
The band look as though they had a good time posing for the sleeve photos but their festive mood on record is undermined by songsmith Vincent Blue's party pooper lyrics which document feelings of loneliness, rejection and the desperate need to get laid.
You could easily imagine the lines being scribbled on a beer mat capturing those moments when the euphoria of a drunken haze subsides into maudlin self reflection.
On 'Ruiner,for example, Blue sings dourly "Everytime I listen to the Flaming Lips - I can only remember getting ditched", while on 'Whore' he tells of a night "sleeping on the floor.... feeling pretty sore".
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After a few shots of whisky, Blue's gravelly voice and the band's raw back to basics sound might pass for Springsteen on a shoestring budget or Half Man Half Biscuit without the jokes.
It all ends up like a soundtrack to a boozy celebration that promises much but ends in tears.
11 tracks - playing time 46.33 mins
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