Well, at least you can make out the lyrics. I guess that means Camp Trash isn't striving for arena rock. Which is a good thing, a great thing, really, when one muses over what happens to some of the more commercial stars out there who apparently turn feral baboons loose on the Echoplex, a real Echoplex Pro.While Camp Trash's vibe is a throwback, an anomaly fixed somewhere in the Nineties, while its superficial sheen seems familiar, the key indeed is hidden in the lyrics. This is some smart stuff. While this is no comparison, I keep thinking of Fountains of Wayne when I'm in the midst of all the cues dropped by the lyrics. I bet they sound awesome live. Even if they manage to damage the brains of teenagers who shouldn't be there in the first place.