A promisingly titled, eight song EP that delivers on all accounts. From the starkly kinetic and amusing cover art, to the very last song, the entire record holds together as a somewhat tweaked, thoroughly inspired trip through the apparently amused and stimulated mind of a Mr. Thomas Truax. The record features a smorgasbord of sonic strangeness- random yells, lyrics: "vodka shots and gun shots," bells, harmonica and a sitar-sounding string instrument put variegated hair on the head of a well-crafted rock body. Like Wow appears to be Truax's own project with a handful of musicians bringing it to life- a singularly peculiar and intriguing existence. The vocals are delivered mostly in a stream-of-conciousness style, ranging from hillbilly-esque belly yells, to throaty, eerie, voice-inside-your-head croons. In this vein, Mr. Truax offers us a view of life from a perspective that savors mortal absurdity, and revels in circumstance, ultimately creating an otherworldly document, where everyday people and events become playful ghouls and tantalizing nightmares. If you're grasping to appreciate the havoc your alarm clock wreaks with you every morning, or treasure exhaustion, or simply want some fine music to make the whole process a little more enchanting, get this record.

The cover of Summerime on this CD sums it all up. A sense of theatrics and a creeping rub of sleaze. Twisted men writing cabaret songs for those that wear their eyeliner thick, punking it out so the guys in the Birthday Party t-shirts at the back feel equally at home.