i've yet to hear a release by the clams that i didn't like. two slow-burning numbers and a quick noisy burst of a ditty about reading a diary. great pop sensibility underwrites the two showpiece tunes, and shannon takes care of the rest- crooning over all the reverb you could ask for. these cats are formally invited to ruin as many birthdays as they want, so long as it always sounds like this. put out in 2010 on southpaw records.