Having listened to this record numerous times, it was bugging me as to which band Too Many Daves reminded me of. I started the first version of this review by using Mötörhead as an admittedly weak comparison, and although Too Many Daves does have a kind of a blunderbuss sound that is all encompassing just like that of Lemmy Kilminster's outfit, it didn't seem the perfect match. However, on the journey to work today my portable music player randomly threw out the track "Dragstrip Riot" by the New Bomb Turks and that was it--the clarity I'd sought for weeks hit me in an instant.

Too Many Daves are not the New Bomb Turk,s but there is a sonic wall of sound that both bands share, and now I'm happy with using Mötörhead in the mix too. Anyway, this EP is a great piece of work with six tracks, all of which hammer home messages which predominantly surround one of my favorite activities, that of drinking.

First up in the musical bombardment is "I Drink Everywhere," a song that really says it all in just those three words. It also has enough of a catchy edge to make me want to raise a pint of my favorite poison as I sing along, as tunefully as I can. As a shot across the bow to get one's attention, this works in a highly effective way.

Next up comes a continuation of the drinking theme with "I Was Wasted," and the perfect follow up to the first track. The first side of this EP concludes with "You're Fuckin' In, I'm Fuckin' Out," yet another huge song that thunders along at pace.

The B-side kicks start with "Grab Me A Beer Man," which keeps the already familiar theme intact. The fifth track is the one that surpasses everything else on this record, and "When Getting Awesome Goes Wrong" is just one of those songs that first time out manages to identify itself as a musical companion for life. Finally, "Sweet Home America" brings up the rear, and although it might be taken the wrong way by some people (just like when many patriotic boneheads misunderstood Stiff Little Fingers' "Fly The Flag" back when I was a kid), this seems to be more a view of overly patriotic (and blinkered) Americans and their often undisguised stupidity.

What strikes me about this whole record is how "big" it sounds. The guitar and bass do a mighty fine job of creating this feeling, with guitar leads mixed low enough to not take over. The most noticeable element, though, is the drums--there's none of the snappy snare sound here, much more a case of a thicker sound which is further enhanced by the thickness and more upfront nature of the bass drum, which certainly features prominently from start to finish.

I like Too Many Daves. They're very good.