Grubspoon hails from Washington, D.C. and are self-proclaimed “indie-rockers.” Here is the skinny on this DC “indie” band: they're basically a combination of the Blur's “Song 2” and “Chinese Bombs” with hints of Axl Rose and Queens of the Stone Age. That might sound like your kind of sound, but unfortunately I doubt Grubspoon will be experiencing the success of the aforementioned bands.

With a fast drum beat, hi-hat snare combo (which adds splash cymbal on the chorus), and a remedial bass line, Grubspoon's power chords are used sparingly, and are typically muted.

The album starts off with a painful piece of trite song writing: “love at first sight” which proclaims “there’s no such thing as love at first sight.” Grade C song writing doesn’t stop there. Another gem is this excerpt from “kaleidoscope”: “Its not like I’m here and you're no where near; please just let me be me.” I cannot really say the songs get progressively worse, but no song really makes me want to hear more of the “Grubspoon sound.”

Grubspoon tries a bit too hard. The vocals are very average and forced. There would be a vast improvement if the singer would consider using his own style instead of some pseudo-metal whisper/yowl. The production of Happy Accidents is way too washed out. I bet they could play a decent live show, albeit a stint at the frat house on a Thursday night or a roadside dive. But hell, if gas money is the guarantee and they have a good time, why not? If you’re in the DC area give Grubspoon a chance live, if nothing else you can use the cover as a tax break.