WHAT'S THE STORY? San Diego unit with crap haircuts throw together Stooges-y riffs and lyrical debauchery for clichéd debut album. 

TO BE HONEST: Starts off more New York than a clapped-out yellow cab, then suddenly turns into T. Rex stompathon, casting suspicion that Marc Bolan's corpse has been reincarnated... By necromancers wearing girlie make-up!

LISTEN OUT FOR: 'Finding Out True Love Is Blind'. Tuneless post-Iggy affair invaded by tuneful singalong bit. Two songs for the price of one! Unless, you take into consideration the rest of the album which makes it 11 songs for the price of 10.