You Know You Make Me Wanna Stout!

"There is a ripple in the din of a warm summer night. Just enough of a thud in the air to shake the dust off the wooden slats on the side of the building you're cautiously approaching, the dust and sound leaking from between the cracks. As the mystery of the muffle finally becomes too much you throw the door open and all becomes clear as electric streaks of paralysing power chord plonk spray through the room. The Pacifics are Trog-rock. Music for the lower end of higher learning. “Laughin” is pitch perfect “Nuggets” esque joy. "Cryin'", and "I Won't Miss" take mod-ish powerpop to trembling heights of anachronistic pleasure.