There is another world where Tyson Meade’s most well renown band Norman Oklahoma’s Chainsaw Kittens becomes the famous band they should have become attaining moderate stardom in the early 90s with all of us 90s kids today knowing every word to Mother (of Ancient Birth) as well as we know 1979 or Plush and now set to ride off into the elder-statesmen-of rock-n-roll-concerts-at-casinos sunset. Then there is this one where that never happened, CK sputtered out, and savant-ish lead singer Tyson Meade (N.B. Once famous for screaming his surly gay idiosyncratic brilliance on stage in a wedding dress with puke on it (N.B. Ups to TWW for that one)) lost his desire to perform and instead taught English in Shanghai and surfaces intermittently with well-intentioned but ultimately uninspiring albums with 1-2 pretty good tracks on them. This is one of those tracks, and it sounds pretty good in this world.