Opener ‘Psychic Mesa’ pretty much sets a precedent for the aesthetic of predictably titled Brooklyn based band Total Slacker, a 90s style stop-n-start guitar riff dripping in scuzz that accompanies whiney tinned vocals. Following the idiosyncrasies of 2010’s biggest slacker rock success, Wavves, Total Slacker are as lazy as they come. Although they couldn’t be more different, Wavves are much like a vodka shot, potent and sharp but with a strangely warm aftertaste, whereas Total Slacker seem to lack a certain punch and come off repetitive at points. There’s nothing new here, just pure garage rock akin to Beck and it’s fun to listen to, just like the Scott Pilgrim soundtrack.

Very much like the title of one of the songs on their album Thrashin', Total Slacker are definitely ‘Stuck In ‘93’. They pull in influences from all over the place, you’ve got a Shoegaze element reminiscent of My Bloody Valentine with droning guitars, the grunge twanging guitar riffs of Nirvana and the harmonising male/female ‘We don’t give a shit’ vocals of Sonic Youth.

Although, there are more psychedelic 60s aspects with songs ‘Stealing From Salvation Army’ and the protracted ‘Koolz Mcrulez’, which provides an intricate funky bassline with lo-fi muted drums. Standing at 10 and a half minutes, ‘Koolz Mcrulez’ manages to keep your attention throughout with stomach dropping reverb showered guitar improv and a lengthy wavering guitar freakout that isn’t sparing on the distortion pedal.

You almost have to stop for a minute and remember that this album wasn’t made in the 90s because of the cringe filled titles such as ‘Shitty Baby’ and ‘Koolz Mcrulez’ but you’ve got some modern culture reference stuffed in there also with ‘No Mo 4Loko’, regarding the extinction of the alcoholic equivalent of Red Bull. Tucker Rountree whines, ‘I promised myself to never drink 4Loko again’, just like those naïve teenagers who declare they will ‘never drink again’ after a bad Friday night out.

Total Slacker essentially have the mentality of a rebellious teenager which either produces music that’s a chaotic disorder of seemingly amateur instrument players, or playful tunes that are as catchy despite sounding like they’ve been recorded in a tin can. Thrashin' is definitely the latter and let’s face it, you don’t have to be original to make good music.