12/20/2012 - I hate feeling obliged to legitimize this record, but there’s a huge section of populace that can’t accept that Do It Yourself bands are, like, legitimate. If this album had come out on a big label, you’d already be sick of hearing the stuff on every car/iPhone/TGI Fridays commercial, being it’s that “good,” for lack of a better catchall. This Philly duo has already won raves from New York Times and Rolling Stone, if that makes a difference to you, and in this case it probably should. The Twitter version I’d toss at it is “Ben Folds after listening to way too much ‘70s glam,” which, in English, means New York Dolls with a geeky edge, which, in plainer English, means honky-blues, a bit of idiocy, and big hooks – if any of these melodies were ripped off, Alice Cooper is certainly one victim.  Setup is Dresden Dolls-esque, a dude on piano and a dude on drums, so there’s a Jerry Lee Lewis angle, but geez, this one’s count-em-13 songs, all hit-single length, that make you sense it’s only the tip of a giant endless geyser of songwriting ability.  Unless these guys jump off a skyscraper you’ll be seeing much, very much, of these two wingnuts. A  — Eric W. Saeger