One of the larger CD-review forced-labor-camps touted this as a White Stripes-style blues-rock assault, and with visions of answers to “Doorbell” and whatnot dancing in my head I decided to download this Australian chick’s LP for review in my own self-enforced content-farm. Obviously when something says “White Stripes” the term “in your face” leaps right to mind, so it was with no modicum of dismay, but similarly no surprise whatsoever, that I beheld vocal tracks that sounded like the engineer had just woken up from an all-nighter with Salem. Faraway, cheap-ass reverb is what I mean, and the album doesn’t really get into crazy-insane axmanship until the third song, “Mammalian Location.” There is some cool stuff on here, though, saving it from being the epic, epic acid-flashback fail I figured it’d stoop to; there’s a nifty coda for “Universes,” for example. You just have to get past the cheap reverb, which a lot of people, sorry to report, won’t. C+  —Eric W. Saeger