Sloppy, poorly recorded (in a good way) pop punk. It has the markings of a good chunk of ‘90s pop punk—snotty vocals with quick but not blazingly fast tempos. The singer reminds me of a less-harsh Joey Vindictive, or maybe the dude from the Abi Yoyos. My biggest complaint would probably the humor (or lack of it, depending on your views). Jokes are hard, and song titles like “It’s a Time Machine, Asshole!” and “Where There’s a Wilma, There’s a Way” are prime examples of titles I don’t think quite work. Not a bad record, but it could trim a little fat without much being lost.
–Bryan Static (Swamp Cabbage, swampcabbagerecords.com)