Smother Magazine

Oh wow this is some pretty hideous singing. While I am an admitted hater of the garage rock sound, I have been doing this long enough to spot talent. The May Fire has very few chops, very little creativity, and yawns their way into each chorus. Singer Catty Tasso is a breathy singer who wants to conjure Kim Deal real bad (nothing on “The List” would even be a b-side of the lesser Deal twin’s Breeders, let alone anything the mighty Pixies did), but falls real damn short. The best part of this album, which is the final part of a trilogy of self-released EPs, is that it ends after twenty some aggravating minutes. Leaves a bad taste in your mouth because despite its raunchiness it can create an ear worm or two. Boo!