Obviously not impressed by boy bands, hip hop, rap metal, and whatever else kids these days are grooving to, a group of young San Francisco deviants arrived at a revolutionary concept. They grew their hair out, put on some bellbottoms, learned the harmonica, and instead of wanting to be Radiohead, or Ice Cube, or whatever, they wanted to be the Rolling Stones! Imagine that! After the thirty some years since Sticky Fingers and Let It Bleed, these forward thinking devils realized that there was a definite deficit in retro inspired rock and roll. I used to blush whenever my dad started talking about his "dinosaur" musical tastes in front of my friends (Rolling Stones, Lou Reed, etc.), but these guys actually embrace it. Are they completely insane? Yeah, but here's their twist: Instead of Mick Jagger on vocals, they have a generic whiner with a fake accent. Instead of memorable songs, they make songs that sound kind of sixties, I guess. Wait, what is that, an organ in the background? genius. Oh, and no, you haven't actually traveled back in time, these cats just dress up like they are actually from the late sixties, early seventies. Its really wonderful to have a third rate Rolling Stones in 2002, especially since those old albums are so hard to find. Rock On.