This garage-friendly Birmingham, Alabama quartet shamelessly recycle familiar ideas and riffs, reveling in the boozy swagger favored by every uncouth band since prehistory. Spellbinding frontman Wes McDonald gives his wild-eyed tales a real sizzle, spitting tortured emotions in a funky sneer, offering insults (“You look good for a woman your age”) and existential reflection (“I’ve ’bout tried everything but dying and being quiet”) with the same itchy angst. The dude could use a sympathetic ear (or a tranquilizer).
Listen: Vulture Whale, “Sugar” (DOWNLOAD MP3)