Dirty guitar sound and throaty vocals similar to Chad of ALL, NPW sounds like “I Don’t Wanna Hear It” and “Reaganomics,” song after over-caffeinated song.
What I thought was one of those tide-me-over EPs turns out to be one of the most black-hearted batteries of brutality to assault these ears in some time.
Full of back porch-sittin’, pink lemonade-guzzlin’, fly-swattin’, horse-trottin’, acoustic country ballads with trip-hop noises to remind us it’s the ’90s.
Call it Dinosaur Defuzzed. I feel kinda bad for ol’ J, having to watch former band mates rake in the kudos while Proto-slacker Number One is left in the lurch.