In which The Old Haunts plow the over cultivated Delta-Blues-meets-sneering-60s-garage-rock fields dominated - for one reason or another - by The White Stripes (yeah, I said it). Although it starts out fairly promising, this Olympia, WA trio quickly gets caught in the mud-bog marsh of standard 4/4 arrangements and the snarling-through-a-megaphone vocal delivery of singer Craig (no last name). Although some of the songs have their moments, the band adds no noticeably inventive elements, leaving the bulk of the disc seeming weary and uninspired, with even the guitar solos sounding like they were phoned-in. As evidenced by the not-so-veiled crack at Jack and Meg, I’m admittedly not a huge fan of the whole “let’s use 60s tape machines and blown amps” movement, but simply because The Old Haunts bring nothing new to the table, I’d have a hard time recommending this one to anyone aside from hardcore fans of the genre. And then only after they’ve already rounded out their collections with the complete works of Jon Spencer and The Black Keys. – James Reader