Albeit irritating at times, a review tainted with comparisons is a review (generally) well comprehended. And while I spend most of my listening time trying to not make ignorant associations, my disciplined ear has been known to digress. I will scold myself later for beginning this review by acknowledging the fact that Vanaprasta, the wholly American, indie-rock quintet from L.A., sounds a helluva lot like Kings of Leon. I can’t help it though, my honesty forces me to make cliché comparisons that are apparent to anyone who tuned into a radio station during the twelve months of 2008.

I was given a fine piece of advice once: when critiquing anybody’s work, strike with the bad and use a handful of praise to clean up the mess. The problem with critiquing Pony Up’s 2006 release Make Love to the Judges With Your Eyes, is that the sweeping can’t be done with just a handful of praise – it requires a smidge more. The Montreal quartet was young when the album was released, and their naivety is as apparent as their unwavering theme of lo-fi mediocrity.

I don’t know about you, but whenever I stumble into an Irish pub 30 minutes before last call, the night tends to unfold in a certain, spectacular order. With a pint in each hand, it’s customary for me to rant, roar, and shamelessly hop around the dance floor to a slew of Irish drinking songs. If you can’t relate, don’t fret. Take a listen to Damion Suomi and The Minor Prophets’ debut Go, And Sell All Of Your Things and imagine yourself in this exact scenario – essentially, it emits the same feeling.