The first few moments of White Reaper's The World's Best American Band consists of a roaring audience leading into the kind of song you could imaging nearly tearing down the foundation of some overcrowded stadium. It's an appropriate beginning for an album whose very title sounds like the kind of serious bragging done to impress just about anyone who is willing to listen. Impress it does though right from the opening thumps of the title track to the equally energetic closing track 'Another Day'.

Proclaiming yourself to The World's Best American Band is kind of ballsy, and while it's easy to dismiss something like that as self-indulgent bullshitting, after listening to the album, it's hard not to agree with that claim. Technically three albums in, White Reaper have gone from being a very good garage band to a seriously terrific American rock and roll band. There are virtually no wasted notes from start to finish, and just about every song sounds primed for commercial radio-play (looking at you, KROQ).

The mix is louder but is also more polished than anything else they have done before, the songcraft is economical, the hooks and harmonies are at their catchiest and their chops are on point. It's difficult narrowing down the selections, but 'Eagle Beach', 'Judy French',' and 'Little Silver Cross' are just a few examples where White Reaper show off the kind of twin-guitar attacks that would no doubt have the late Phil Lynott himself nodding in approval. They may have sharpened their sound, but they have managed to do so without sacrificing any of the qualities that make them such an exciting band to begin with.

And where most bands aspire to be modest or sincere to the point of coming off as almost uncomfortable with themselves, White Reaper make no qualms about wanting to shove a beer in everyone's hand, slap them on the back, and tell them to have a good time. (It should come as no surprise that one of the standout singles, 'The Stack', is basically about wanting to make girls and boys dance together to their music.) If it's one thing both rock music and the world at large could use more of, it's fun, and White Reaper deliver the good times in spades.

As explosive and dizzying as the fist-pumping 'Little SIlver Crosses' is, it feels almost like a smirking tease compared to the payoff in the form of the even more explosive climax delivered on the full-on boogie of 'The Stack', which only ups the ante even further, while 'Judy French' is a blast of joyous power-pop that's also impossible not to dance to. Though their influences are neatly displayed almost in the same way band posters are hung neatly on a bedroom wall: Cheap Trick, Kiss, Thin Lizzy, The Cars, The Ramones, just about any great power-pop or classic rock band, White Reaper effortlessly make their influences solely their own.