Something's happening in Tucson these days after what seemed like a few slow years (happens everywhere--we're due in another year or so -- I'm dreading it.). With great shit like the Okmoniks and the Knockout Pills going on, things are only looking up. The George Squier Orchestra don't fall into that same rock-and-party-roll slot but are buzzy and hop-around fun nonetheless, and another new one on me. Almost but not quite acoustic-based, they're all over the place musically with jangly guitars, bubblegum Farfisa and shared boy/girl vocals, kinda like the Cars covering the B-52s with a heaping help of sugar on top. Listening to their promo CDR (Twenty Seven Songs, featuring actually only twelve), I didn't want to like it because of their tongues being so firmly in cheek. Some of it (and some of their set) is unbearable but most parts I liked anyway, as sticky as an open-face grape jelly sandwich on white bread. And only sometimes as cloying.