On their 2009 debut, these Southern girls cooked up catchy cowpunk tunes about drunken misbehavior. Having roped in a male band member, they stumble toward shitfaced garage punk on their second album. The road leaves them wasted and bummed, money slips away, they go insane on a plane and opt for food over sex. "Be Your Bro" battles a buddy's lustful urges; "Mystic Mind" rattles its acid-washed chains like the 13th Floor Elevators; "Boy" tallies groupie dudes at assorted tour stops á la guy bands ever since time began. Everybody takes turns singing lead. And beneath all the rudimentary clank and buzz, there's plenty of rockabilly quiver, drawl and twang.
From The Archives Issue 1127: March 31, 2011