Crude, effective, and funny DIY punk rock that has a spirit akin to Blatz. You know, beer-along punk with songs about the problems of drinking Tussin, the virtues of 40oz salvation, and of being a meatatarian. The dual male/ female vocals work well. The lady’s screechy, like Kirsten of Naked Aggression, but endearing. The recording’s a little off. It sounds like someone’s learning Pro Tools. There’s a weird echo during some of the guitar parts. With simple stick figure punk rock, where the instruments are the sonic equivalent to crayons, bands have done much worse.