Though their name hints at an influence of psychedelics, White Rabbits haven’t got anything to do with Jefferson Airplane, or feeding your head. And although they’re residents of NYC, originally from Missouri, their sound isn’t geographically linked to either. Of their six members, two are full time drummers. Their use of various percussion instruments, tinkering, then pounded pianos have led to a self described, “honky-tonk calypso,” sound. Their constant use of shakers and maracas, and their admiration of prohibition era clothing, is reminiscent of last years “it” band, Cold War Kids.

Album opener, “Kid On My Shoulders,” is a can’t miss. A hypnotic bass line waits under rapid guitars and menacing three part harmonies. It closes with a rousing chant and sweeping chorus of “Ooohhhs.” It’s heavy, fast, and a likely single. My sole grievance is that they never venture too far from this formula. They pull it off equally as well on “Dinner Party,” “Ballroom gloom meets back porch stomp,” “Take A Walk Around The Table,” and album closer, “Tourist Trap.” “I Used To Complain Now I Don’t,” sounds like a tribal take on The Strokes, and I’m not sure if I like it. The rest of the album sort of blurs together. It makes for a fun, and danceable, live show, but it’s not a record I’d play through more than once or twice.

I give this album a 6.9 on Carl’s, “I’m consistently too kind,” scale of review.