With the approach of summer, I figure that this is the perfect time to drop this album on you guys. Ringo Deathstarr sound like a quintessential Texas band; by that I mean that their particular brand of shoegaze is dripping in summer haze. This record alternates between garage rock and 90s alternative influences to slow, dopey slacker "anthems." A dash of bass groove can be found dragging in the dirt, and the vocals don't stray from the tried-and-true quasi-male-female dynamic a la Shields and Butcher. Particularly recommended if the phrase "Smashing Pumpkins gone shoegaze" grabs you.