New entry for the top-shelf, mid-tempo “City Slang”-vibed bangers contains zero frills and marries it down to a Stooges swagger. This debut long-player is as tight as it is unhinged. The double-deep-fried guitars and solo riffage render tunes of a hooky, hard rock sheen. Effectively transplanted from the S/T EP without a doubt. But OBNs use the stretching room an LP affords to also flirt with a Sabbath-like weight in their sound, add even further snotty attacks, and lay out ridiculously deliberate, locked-in grooves to serve on (Graham Low and Matt Hammer function as an incredible rhythm section). Of course the “Texas-tinged IVY GREEN” tag remains 100% applicable, but I’d also go for “VAMPS-meets-STOOGES” comparison here even more (101% I guess??). Matter of fact, the fucking Vamps are another Texas five-piece with a blonde guitarist too. Wha…tha…fuuuuck? 20-year time warp? Reincarnation?! All the killer riffs on this album just set it off for “front, man” Orville Neeley, whose howling episodes take over the tracks like a “front, man” should. Highlights on this thing include E-VER-Y-THING. No jokes, no riddles, no ham sandwich. I don’t care if you ARE Barrack Obama. Recorded by Orville Bateman Neeley III in hot-as-fuck Austin, Texas. As if enough sweat wasn’t baked into these tapes already. LP includes a free download and is pressed on heavyweight wax housed in a nice inner/outer sleeve deal. Get on board with this shit, and grab the singles on TTT and Super Secret Records if you ain’t dun diddit yet.