Blobs are the Platonic ideal of punk. This Buffalo quartet has a woman doing the shouting, early-Black Flag riffing with surprising guitar hooks, a sloppiness that adds power, and seven songs in eight minutes. The results are feral, like mid-’90s Recess Records stuff or a wilder Neighborhood Brats. Total win across the board, I played it three times in a row. Gonna go throw a trash can at something now.

 –Chris Terry (More Power,