They sound like how I’ve always wished Sunday morning cartoons were. Bright and glistening songs about the first punk rocker being found in a glacier, people turning into rats, mean teachers, and being happy that you’re dead. (Plus, for fuck’s sake, a revved up Enya tune that’s really good.) Topically, they’re in tune with the Dickies. Sonically, they’re a crunchy, thrusting pop mix of the Toy Dolls and Masters of the Obvious: dark or serious topics, played so you’re singing along like a bright-eyed kid drooling from a sugar high and hypnotized by the rays of the TV. Cool shit and a total surprise.
–todd (Short Hare, $4ppd)