“Nashville's wryly named Methadone Actors settle into a ragged yet
tension-ridden pop groove that's as understated as it is affecting on
their debut CD. Think the Velvet Underground of "Pale Blue Eyes"
with a stronger Southern accent, which I guess would be the Big Star
of "Kanga Roo" with less instrumental baggage -- just warm, round
organ tones wrapped around a scruffy guitar and a relaxed backbeat,
with S. Stubblefield's deadpan vocals ominously croaking "I'm in
control" on the disc's paranoid opening track ("Silver-Tongued
Stubblefield doesn't wallow in it like Alex Chilton. He approaches
life's little disappointments (even his own) like a kid at a car wreck,
with a curious mixture of detached horror and unselfconscious
curiosity, hoping to catch a glimpse of a telling detail like the poetic
make-up-smeared pillow in "Just like Mirrors." There are hints of the
same unassuming brilliance Cincinnati's Ass Ponys displayed a few
years back in cryptic,”
“4 fingers up!
"More than just an impressive jump out of the gate...beautiful pop with mournful self-indulgence"