The downfall is in the lyrics and vocals, which at times suffer from a humor and cloying cleverness that seem out of place in this type of music; neither ridiculous enough to bring the band into the joke-band territory of The Dead Milkmen and others of their ilk, nor earnest and impassioned in the charming blue collar-style of an Uncle Tupelo. The band, too, has a similar in-between quality - never completely embracing any of the genres that they reference – indie rock, country and country-psyche.
This is a group that could really go places if they took a few small steps in any direction, hopefully toning down the silliness of the vocals and delving further into the psychedelic sound. They would also make a killer backing band for a gifted singer-songwriter.
