The deal with these deep South bro-punks is that they keep it simple, stupid. They are literalists in lyrics detailing all the drinkin' and smokin' of tour life; they are traditionalists when it comes to conjuring up muscular riffs. Turbo Fruits continue a lineage of good ol' boys with guitars, making rock music. It all sounds like some song you've heard somewhere. Their rarefied appeal is how they mine the familiar, retrofitting a whole history of garage riffs and crunchy, catchy solos. Turbo Fruits are proudly and refreshingly unambitious. With Lazy Janes and Petey.—Brandon Soderberg