are driven by a fetish for another decade entirely: the raw, mid-'60s thrash of the British Invasion and American contenders like the Standells. On this, the quartet's third album, they've driven that fervent, back-to-the-garage sensibility into a virtual musical time warp, an ironic pop conundrum that will sound invitingly fresh to Generation Y-ers, while evoking a sense of strange nostalgia in boomers. The key here is the album's sole cover, an energetic workout of the obscure early Who album track "Daddy Rolling Stone" that succeeds, as did the original, on sheer, committed chutzpah. Backed by the band's driving retro-beat, vocalist Bryan Malone barrels through standouts like "Bad Reputation" and "Who Do You Think You Are" with impressive ...  (less)

are driven by a fetish for another decade entirely: the raw, mid-'60s thrash of the British Invasion and American contenders like the Standells. On this, the quartet's third album, they've driven that fervent, back-to-the-garage sensibility into a virtual musical time warp, an ironic pop conundrum that will sound invitingly fresh to Generation Y-ers, while evoking a sense of strange nostalgia in boomers. The key here is the album's sole cover, an energetic workout of the obscure early Who album track "Daddy Rolling Stone" that succeeds, as did the original, on sheer, committed chutzpah. Backed by the band's driving retro-beat, vocalist Bryan Malone barrels through standouts like "Bad Reputation" and "Who Do You Think You Are" with impressive ...  (less)