“Hate, is a parasite”, and this album is also slightly parasitical, but not in a good way. Opener “End of the World” is powerful, it presents us with Deap Vally’s Californian scuzzy garage blues, that just so happens to have well done production and is far from low-fi, even though the fuzziness of the guitars calls out for it. It’s from here, where the album goes downhill, and only occasionally takes a break to catch it’s breath. “Baby I Call Hell”, is too cheesy for me to bear, and I don’t even find it funny cheesy. And “Walk of Shame” sounds like a shameless rip-off of The White Stripes and The Black Belles. That’s what Deap Vally are though, they are an unsatisfying blend of music and bands you have heard before. “Gonna Make My Own Money” is good, it’s still the strong single it was when it was released, but can’t make up for it surrounding blandness that is “Creeplife” and “Your Love”, despite on the former vocalist Lindsey Troy channels some Karen O and the later beginning with a raw un-produced and untouched drum track. “Bad for my Body” has a fairly strong chorus, but a really weak verse, that shows the lost potential of this band in their debut album. “Woman of Intention” starts of really great, a fuzzier Blood Red Shoes but looses itself in bad blues. But again, the chorus is strong, and I just wish the girls change this on their next outing. “Six Feet Under” closes the album, and album that feels like a heavy shopping bag filled with primarily cheap food with the occasional expensive choice because you wanted a treat. Yet, “Six Feet Under” comes close to redeeming the drab. It’s long and tasty, the vocals actually work here, the backing vocals work, everything here is solid and I can’t believe it sits on the same album, this feels like where Deap Vally are headed, and they’re already there. Overall the album is weak, but it shines in various places, especially in “Six Feet Under”.