Really, everybody? We're really back to the point where we want to retreat into yet another return to "straight ahead rock," ready to start heaping praise on any sloppy haired gents who namedrop the Velvets, Stooges, and Modern Lovers? Already? I mean you just got tired of the Strokes and now we need a faded xerox version? Wake me when they get a handle on Jonathan Richman's wit and not just his rudimentary chord progressions. This track's title could be intended ironically, I guess.
And while we're here let's just call bullshit on naming your band The Muslims as if it automatically bestowed some sort of dangerous geo-political intrigue. I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that these San Diego (!) lads aren't forgoing booze and falling to their knees in prayer five times a day. At least the Black Kids had a couple of actual black kids in there.

*yawn*
Sh1tty band with a sh1tty name.