Cranky, off kilter rock from this Brooklyn power trio. Best lyrics on this EP (I guess it is an EP; it's seven songs clocking in at under sixteen minutes) are "Body cast but you ain't speaking / Drunk and grinding on your gun / That's how you ruined Surfer Rosa" (from "You're Still An Owl.)" Best song title - "Napolean Shit His Space Pants." "Amoeba" is not an Adolescents cover, but it's still good. These guys remind me a little bit of Officer May, who I hear are now done. Here's to the Sleepies for waving the freak flag high.
