Completely written and produced by these Houston natives, The Nice Guys have truly out done themselves this time. Jim Kelley opens up with a medley of guitar riffs helping to pace the roadster like lyricism. Clearly, the group is out for blood, sweat, and respect with this new album. From there, sonically, the whole project is one big glorious occassion full of wailing trumpets, and up-beat-street percussion. This is a Must Have. Support the Artists.
"Fuck em, they don't dig it, they don't dig it".
