Naked Alien Indie Band Review in Boston Survival Guide: Frat party meets Flaming Lips. Dive bars with sticky floors and inebriated overweight jocks with bad pick-up lines. Eagles, Charlie Daniels, and Lynard Skynard on the jukebox (or maybe I'm just having a bad flashback to when I lived in Florida in the late '70s). Songs about drinking, overweight strippers, burritos, beer, chicks, more drinking, and yes - bad pick-up lines. Do I see a theme emerging? Naked Alien are just four guys having a good time, finding a suitable outlet for the frustrations of day jobs, and inviting people along for the ride. "My Burrito" and "Cheesy Line Guy" are especially inspired, strongly reminiscent of The Flaming Lips' "She Don't Use Jelly" There's nothing too deep here, nothing that will engage the brain in any painful way, or cause undue stress in deciphering some hidden meaning. Don't look for spiritual depth - there isn't any. Just good, stupid fun, your quintessential bar band, keg party pals, backyard BBQ in the 'burbs. And maybe that isn't such a bad thing sometimes. Give the existential soul-searching a rest for a while.