Suns Out Guns Out is pure random chaos and it’s evident right from the start. This record is neither glamorous nor flashy and, half the time, it’s impossible to tell what in the world they are singing. Normally, this would warrant disapproving remarks but it doesn’t seem like Concord America would care. It is obvious that the curve they ride belongs only to themselves. With a tantalizing, trippy riff, “Vanilla Bastard” is perfect ambience for shooting invading zombies while “Iced Out” is the ideal soundtrack when “Keith Mooning” the next unsuspecting toilet. The album is wacky, it’s weird but it’s wonderful. – Carl Anthony