You know how country purists always moan about how that countrypolitan Nashville crap ruined everything? That, I imagine, is how alt.country purists of the future will look back on Deer Tick. I’m all for Springsteen glockenspiel becoming the new cowbell, but not in service of the sort of tepid excrement that has you wondering what a colon full of wasps would feel like before you even reach the first chorus.
Barry Nicolson