It’s simple and direct acoustic punk lead by a burlap voice, all very enjoyable. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, that punk rockers are the perfect candidates to pick up where country lost its way in the late ‘50s and early ‘60s. The DIY punks I know will play anywhere, anytime, just for the love of it, and there’s a support system developing on those terms alone. They don’t need a lot of fancy equipment. They aren’t concerned with getting their songs in toothpaste commercials. There’s a lot to be said of being able to roll into any town, finding a porch, a park, or a basement, and playing to anyone who’s around and the Church Of The Saturday Saints totally hit that vibe.