BAD DATES: Self-titled: Cassette

Surf punk. Fucking rad. If P.I.L.-era Johnny Rotten sang over X’s Billy Zoom, and they had a steam engine for a rhythm section behind them, it might be good enough to compete with Bad Dates. This is the second review in this cycle that I have done for a release from Don’t Touch My Records and they have both been much-needed bright spots in an otherwise disappointing cycle of reviews. Do your ears a favor: check out Bad Dates and Don’t Touch My Records. 

 –John Mule (Don’t Touch My Records, donttouchmyrecords.bandcamp.com)