If Seattle drug bands coppin’ Mike Ness’ roots rock with readymade choruses wet yer panties, then 4 Hr. Ramona is better than a variable-speed vibrator.
Gawky vocals sung with just enough cracking and off-keyness to satisfy the emo kids, and just enough dissonant guitar chords to attract fans of Sonic Youth.
Monostar evokes visions of soft-haired, prepubescent raver boys cuddling into knockoff ’70s jerseys, considering the timelessness of their flaking body glitter.
Cabbagetown, GA heirs to Fiddlin’ John Carson, these Rock*A*Teens produce high-falutin’ lowbrow faux hillbilly for folks too smart to take that shit straight.