Some folk from Panthers etc have a fashionable hoe-down, what with the ubiquitous multi-tracking, drowning reverb yadda yadda old Frusciante and on and on and Jewelled Antler and on and vaguely-posty-smudgy and yeah you get it. Took them 2 years to get together the horseshit that kids from Williamsburg lay down like urryday? Damn. I tried really hard to appreciate this as it's got at least a little variety and being named after a place I can drive to, but nothing into which my pearly-whites eagerly sank. Yo, seriously: "I have a free-folk band; we put out CD-Rs" is the new "My girlfriend sings." You can cash that.
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