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“The name is fitting: These guys will make you crave narcotics the same way Ol’ Blue Eyes can make a person crave martinis. They work that noodly, Velvets-y vein, adding enough instrumental and lyrical touches to keep things from devolving into a soporific mush—they’re too funny and smart for that. And just to make sure you’re paying attention, the final track, “A Generation Puked,” erupts in a primal scream. Vocalist S. Stubblefield does such a good job playing a lounge lizard in “Silver-Tongued Devil” that you’ll want to take a shower afterward. Keep an eye on these guys.”