Let’s Wrestle are what we like to call “charmingly ramshackle”. In other words, we can’t tell if they’re geniuses or lazy, so we’re going with something vague. Nursing Home rattles along enjoyably enough – a slackerish indie mess with randomly throwaway lines (“In my dreams there were Pokemon beating me up”) faux-naïve references to suburbia, sweet tales of family bereavement, and the overall aura of a band that aren’t worrying about the niceties of arrangement or production (it’s engineered by Steve Albini, a man who eschews the very concept of production). By the time it slumps amiably home you’re still trying to figure out whether there was a diamond in that rough or whether it was all rough.