Watertight melodic punk that’s as close to perfect as this genre of music can get to. The record just feels good, like palm-sized rocks itching in your pocket as you pass an abandoned warehouse with some windows still left unbroken. My hat’s off to Nate Gangelhoff (bassist, songwriter, author of You Idiot and Whiskey Plus). Nate and I have corresponded for many years, and he sent over early demos of many of the songs on this record; they were formative, the tracks were supported by a drum machine. It was good. The skeletons of the songs were there, awaiting flesh. Resignation Day—and I don’t say this lightly—is on par with Rivethead’s The Cheap Wine of Youth, Off With Their Heads’ All Things Move Toward Their End, and Dear Landlord’s scattered vinyl tracks. Gruff, direct, plainclothes Midwest punk. Not fancy. Not tricky. Not gimmicky. Not precious. No make believe. Just direct, continual, and literate, shot after aching shot. It’s the album-form answer to “What are you going to do with your life when you’re old enough to completely and utterly fail on your own?” Do you rise up with lumps or lay down and place the blame on something else?
–todd (Go Kart)