There's something intriguing about Sheek the Shayk, and I don't think it has anything to do with the sheik garb worn by lead singer Señor Johnny. No, their appeal lies in some indefinable quality hidden within the gritty glam rock guitars and bratty vocals. The music is garage rock-by-numbers, for the most part; then again, perhaps this simplicity is the secret.

Sheek the Shayk sounds something like fellow Australians Radio Birdman covering the Rolling Stones, albeit with shriller vocals than either. It's impossible not to picture Señor Johnny strutting about the stage in true Mick Jagger fashion: his cocksure attitude and sneering delivery dominate the mix. Drummer Doctor Alacran keeps a standard rock and roll beat, while guitarists Il Lupo and Punchie Pañero tear through a mix of garage crunch, arena rock squeal and some psychedelic noodling. There's nothing particularly creative about the bass guitar, but bassist Miguel Coolchachos (yes, that's the last ridiculous alias) is consistent and keeps the ever-important low-end occupied.

The lyrical content is as simplistic as the music, and basically every song is about women. Words like "baby", "fine", "sweet", "hips" and "lips" vastly exceed their natural quotas here. You get a sense that Sheek the Shayk don't intend to make a serious statement of any sort (recall the goofy aliases and stage costumes); the songs are completely tongue-in-cheek, and I would imagine that whatever sassiness Señor Johnny displays on stage is meant to be taken the same way. Perhaps that's why something that sounds this familiar can be so listenable.