Hard-rockin', trouser-scrunchin' Southern boogie, ridden like a bronco by a young woman in a cowboy hat.
That's the iconography. It was recorded "live", with everyone in the room at the same time. Stacie's yodel cuts through the wall of guitars like a diamond through aluminium, which tells you everything about the auditory concept.
The songs (when they're good) are obtusely witty, indeed as bluntly instrumental as the boogie which supports them. Sweat is widespread.