My Goodness carries on in the grand, unholy tradition of fusing garage rock and blues music. Noisier and greasier than a locomotive with the confident swagger of drug-addled bum asking for your money, this Seattle duo grinds out a pentatonic sloppiness drenched in fuzzy overdrive. Joel Schneider shouts and rails with a voice that careens between a sneering Oberst warble and a full-throated madman scream. The drums and guitar skip the foreplay and get down to business in the dirtiest way, leaving no trace of finesse or subtlety. Having Best of all, the boys seem completely oblivious (or more likely, completely ambivalent) to the lack of originality inherent in their sound. And that makes them a better band. Rather than diddling about wondering how to set themselves apart or make a grand artistic statement, My Goodness prefers to wallow and thrash in a muddy pool of nasty blues-rock and let the obvious comparisons be damned. More fun than a bucket full of crawdads and just as tasty.