“The Toothpicks land – wildly, madly – somewhere between late-stage Arctics (it’s the jazz) and full-bore Franz Fredinand (it’s the stomping), but it’s really the *theatricality* of the thing that matters. It moves like it’s been written in scenes and acts, and it drags us along to an inevitable conclusion of dancing and mayhem.”
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