The reason I'd label the Damnwells a guilty pleasure and not a hidden gem is because of the flashes of groan-inducing poppiness scattered throughout the album. "I Will Keep the Bad Things From You" has a nice feel, but the lyrics are dreadful. Also, Denzen's delivery often devolves to mainstream pop inflections, and it's a bit unsettling. For instance, the word "you" sounds more like "Yaaaaahw" which smacks of teen pop-star and drives me fucking nuts.
It's nothing revolutionary; they won't be trailblazers. And it's not really a man's music (college freshman girl comes to mind.) But it's not like they're John Mayer or Augustana or one of these other weenies on parade. There's a little bit of edge to it, even if it would do little more than nick your chin.
I feel like any seasoned listener can recognize the quality arrangements and well crafted hooks Bastards of the Beat has to offer. I'd posit that a solid pop-rock album is like an enema: You feel kinda goofy when it's going on, but when it's over with, you're cleansed like no other. Then it's back to the real soul food.
Here's a nice little compilation of the songs from the album: