As menacing as all of the Wolf band releases from last year, Rodent Island rock from this three piece. <br><br> As subtle as an atom bomb, which is what I thought was on the cover until I took a closer look. No pie-eyed piping on this, just chum drums (that do actually explode on the end of Caged Mearachells) along with triple dipped bass, fuzzed out like mouse fur with a perm, and then wild knob jobbing on top of all that. The vocals are almost more spacerock than throatcore, but they are as gentle as Ben. And if you think Im bad with the mouse puns, than I guess you wont be playing Mousestassh Ride. Your loss. That one definitely has the bass going for overdrive and it tickles at the end, just like its title would imply. And it ends in Sewercide, come on taste the fun, the bloody fun, that is the White Mice. <br><br> This is brain- scrabbling sludgepump rock from three earblinding mice who should bring their stagecage show to KFJC some time. <br><br>