I am a publicist’s worst nightmare. The more I am harangued by a professional haranguer, the more I gravitate to the underdogs of the world. More and more do I love the handmade CDR of nerd music made by hapless souls with more soul than talent or business savvy. I gravitate naturally to those closet musicians who make you wonder how they could even function in the world. The Eden Ants are their opposite. They are so competent they even manage to wrangle teenage hotties for their cover art. Their songs are models of the tight pop-rock that defines the diluted punk-pop that is presently inescapable. With their witty lyrics, mildly bratty vocals and crisp and professional sound, I cringe at their ability. (Terence Dick)
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