“A set by The Toothpicks is a cocked hat, a jaunty swagger, an exaggerated wink paired with finger guns. The musical skill can really only be measured in terms of a Richter scale, but itβs the way the songs swagger and charm and sparkle their way through a million territories per verse that sticks to you like glue. Itβs the soundtrack to the film of a life you wish you lived in.”