The Thermals have now long been consistent purveyors of irrepressible garage-rock. They successfully mine a similar vein to Black Lips, only with an injection of Weezer's summery pop-punk. Nevertheless, they are rockin' garage-rock through and though, not afraid of a riff or two as heard on the title track (infectious smile, listener's own).
Like all Thermals releases, `Now We Can See' lacks immediacy, but knowledge of the catalogue and persistence allows this deceptively simple collection to become effective. There are plenty of trademark, fun time rockers all with a dark edge. `Liquid In, Liquid Out' is a good example, chronicling misspent years. A smattering of quieter, but no less appealing numbers (see `At The Bottom Of The Sea') result in an album less rousing than the debut, or `The Body, The Blood, The Machine', but one no less comfortably able.
Perhaps the Thermals have always lacked originality, but with the distinctive vocal and the charm of their if-it-ain't-broke attitude allow them to carve a deserved niche in a healthy collection.