We gave it an A-
Yes, it’s another bare-bones rock band with an article in its name, and no, it’s not striated with white stripes. The Ponys come on primal and fierce, feeding time-tested riffs (think Velvets, Standells) into a cyclotron of fuzzy guitar distortion. Vocalist Jered has Tom Verlaine’s petulant whine and a gift for mangling words into mush. These white punks are dope.