Lana AvacadaThe WarehouseBy Raymond Simon
These West Chester jokers open their debut with a paean to Vanessa Hudgens, tackle the pressing issue of texting, cover the Black Eyed Peas and throw in two-count 'em!-interludes. Over 14 tracks, singer Mike Tonkinson shreds his vocal cords, but the rhythm section works overtime and there's plenty of tricky dual-guitar interplay. How they develop is anyone's guess. Meanwhile, hide the Zappa.
