These blurry noise-meisters mouth some not too earth-shattering indie rock influences (Drive Like Jehu, Steel Pole Bathtub) and throw in a coupla curve balls.
The Party Rock album ya ain’t gonna get through a TV commercial, nor in fine stores anywhere. Ya gotta get this straight from the source, Rimshot Records.
Ultrasound, retaining some of its playground playfulness, is, in my opinion, the only time I ever remember an album I love following up a debut I hated.