Phelps (formerly of Silkworm) & Co. emerge from the gate swinging and sending hearts aflutter with soaring, feedback-laden calls to arms. Glassy, smoothly overdriven guitars and bashing, fiery rhythms recall Still Feel Gone-era Uncle Tupelo, yet Phelps' straining sincerity has a sound all its own. Songs flow with the exhaustive determination of a Civil War battle, each repeating progression charging headlong into the storm. Guitar, bass, and drums, though consistently thwarted, tirelessly rally for each assault as Phelps' side-slashing, guitar-driven battle cry stands charge for the final wave of this rock 'n' roll rebellion.
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