You can tell you're not in store for some homogenized, predictable mainstream rock just by looking at the band picture inside the CD booklet of the third full-length release by New York's
the Giraffes. Few have the chutzpah to cultivate a Rollie Fingers-esque handlebar mustache in this day and age, but
the Giraffes singer,
Aaron Lazar, is seen as clear as day modeling one. Additionally, few rock bands nowadays can be described as sounding like they'd fit snuggly in the guitar-heavy
grunge/alt rock scene of the early '90s, without coming off like a third rate
Nirvana or
Pearl Jam rip-off, but
the Giraffes manage to somehow pull it off. Add to it whacked-out lyrics and unpredictable musical detours, and you have a hard-to-pinpoint style that morphs from
Black Sabbath ("Having Fun"), to the
Reverend Horton Heat ("Million $ Man") in the blink of an eye, before recalling such art rockers as
Alice Donut ("Wage Earner"). With rock becoming easier and easier to neatly categorize in the early 21st century, it warms the old heart when a band like
the Giraffes comes along. ~ Greg Prato, All Music Guide
