It's dirty. It's sexy. It's violent. It's danceable.

Unfortunately, it's not very memorable.

Beep Beep will probably only matter to most people because Joel Petersen of the Faint/Broken Spindles and Mike Sweeney of Bright Eyes/Statistics/Tilly And The Wall are in the band [as is a guy named Chris Hughes, but it's not the one from Moneen, Autopilot Off, or Tears For Fears]. Once again, the Omaha scene provides an inbred band that Saddle Creek will again try to peddle to kids weaned on import-only Cursive singles. And again, a good amount of kids will pick this up based on it's pedigree, and again, you'll probably see a good number of copies of this in your local used store alongside the newest albums from Now It's Overhead and Mayday.

But anyway. Beep Beep's sound, at its best ["Electronic Wolves"] is an organic version of the Faint, with it's propulsive beats being driven by guitars, not synths. Beep Beep's sound, at its worst, is cringeworthy garage-rock b-sides, with horrendous vocals. The album is at it's best more than it's worst, but the problem lies in repeat listens - I couldn't hum you a single chorus [if there even are any] after this CD finished playing. Now, maybe I just listened to too many Beatles songs growing up, but if you're going to write a song with melody, you need a fucking chorus.

Regardless, this is a decent disc that borders on really good occasionally, but will eventually fall into the back of your CD wallet, never to be played again.

MP3s
I Am The Secretary
Misuse Their Bodies
Vertical Cougar [clip]