Live Review courtesy of Lazy-i.com:

Though it's been almost a year since they played live, The Monroes have not lost an ounce of their rural-fied energy. Classic heartland tractor-punk at it's finest. If you've never heard them before, their rural punk sound is driven mercilessly by Lincoln Dickison's guitar, which sounds like a chainsaw cutting a Hot Rod Lincoln in half. Keeping Dickison from going completely unhinged is the rhythm section of drummer Jesse Render and bassist Mike Tulis. Render's drums are rat-a-tat-tatty, understated and subtle. I tried to imagine what Render and these guys would sound like behind a big, throaty, hammering drum set and realized it would throw everything out of whack. Translated: leave it alone, it's just right. Tulis' role is just as important as it is understated. Listen closely and you realize he's the guy driving the tractor. Then there's frontman Gary Dean Davis, who looks exactly like he did more than a decade ago when he was fronting Frontier Trust, the band that The Monroes most resemble. Gary's hog-calling, atonal yell -- barking out lines about Impalas and the hook-and-ladder formation -- speaks for the everyman in every Nebraskan whose ever navigated the state's washboard-ladden dirt roads. Highlight of their set was a new yet-to-be-recorded tune that shows Render at his rat-a-tat-tattiest.