Not too many bands can claim their moniker was inspired by a cantankerous street person. Back in Pea’s embryonic formation where rehearsals occurred in a rented pad in the Warehouse District, they were constantly harassed by the infamous Sweet Pea, a local legend of street lore. Well, they reasoned, should they ever flop, it would be Sweet Pea’s revenge for all the cacophony they inflicted upon his domain. Given these proceedings, which represents their best to date, the trio shouldn’t be belly flopping any time soon. While their Southern rock-rooted, occasionally jamming tunes may whisk you back to two dollar pitcher nights and wet t-shirts contests, it’s also sealed with a crafty troubadour quality with Jim Brown’s barroom rockin’ originals. Brown spins intriguing tales about life’s seedier characters, whether it’s the womanizing Gretch or the former hood who opts for the good book and its more lucrative payoff. “Further Gone,” the best of this bunch, is about the aspiring rocker better destined for country stardom. Other songs are spawned from more inside personal experiences (“Spin Me”) or are consoling in nature (“Ain’t No Call for the Sorrow”). Good stuff from the green guys.